I remember the first time my mother gave me her father’s tiepin to wear.
It happened quite a few years ago.
More than I’d like to count.
At the time I was only a teen in zits, with no idea of what a gem was.
And all of a sudden, I’m 40 and writing about them.
At the time my family was preparing for a family wedding, and my mother decided it was Ok for me to wear her father’s tie pin. Her dear father who had died on the exact day I was turning five-years-old.
She had kept that pin hidden all those years in her jewelry box.
I remember that she was presenting it to me all choked up, but I was too excited to feel the same way. She was giving me my first family treasure. And it wasn’t just the fact that it was a jewel made out of gold with a shiny gem at the center, but it was also the fact that it was coming from my grandfather, Pedro Cândido da Silva.
Having it come from my grandfather was significant for two main reasons.
The first reason’s that my oldest memory is with him. In that memory, he’s placing me in the front seat of his car, and I’m feeling super excited. Part of the excitement coming from the fact that it felt like something forbidden, but also from the roaring of the engine. I remember looking down and feeling the texture of the leather seats with my hands. It’s a good memory.
The second reason is probably a bit more spiritual. You see, the timing of my mother’s gesture was everything. I believe there’s no such thing as coincidences and not long ago I had begun to suspect that my grandfather’s spirit was around.
I know, I know, saying it like that sounds a lot like the Ghost Whisperer show from Jennifer Love Hewitt, but it was nothing like that. Promise.
What happened was that I had just realized the number of times someone had inadvertently called me “Pedro” instead of my real name, “Luis.”
Like I said, at the time I was a teen in zits, and I was going through a typical phase of feeling confused and lonely, not knowing who I was or what I wanted in life. On top of that, everything was changing in my body, and I had a lot of insecurities. Teens, right? Not really missing those days.
That name switch happened enough times for me to notice it and find it odd. I ended up convincing myself that my grandfather was close, trying to help or support me.
Can you see what I mean about my mother’s timing with that pin? It made it all even more special. Needless to say, I treasure that pin till today.
My mother later told me that my grandfather had bought the pin for his wedding and I ended up using it on my own wedding, on top of that turquoise blue tie you can see in the photo above. I wanted him close on that day, and that made me realize how much of a relationship we can develop with our family heirlooms or a jewel we buy.
Several years later, after having studied gems, I’ve had the opportunity to put that pin under a gem microscope. I’ve found that the gem in the center is a piece of glass in a round old fashion cut called “8/8 cut” or “single cut.” Not a diamond as I imagined, but a mere piece of glass shaped like a gemstone.
Now, did that fact made me appreciate it any less? No. Not in a million years. I will continue to wear it proudly, and one day, I would love to pass it on to my son (who’s also named Pedro, by the way).
So, why am I telling you this? Because this is one of the reasons why I decided to create this blog.
I’m a big advocate that you should always know what you’re getting when you’re buying gems or jewelry. Sometimes your heart races for a jewel that’s made partially or entirely made with more delicate gems or even glass, and that’s fine! If you love it, if you treasure it, that’s OK.
The only thing you need to know is that it obviously needs a bit more care.
All this sharing about a piece and a memory quite close to my heart and one of the first gems to enter my life is because this blog is also a project coming from my heart. I wanna devote my life to gemstones, and my job here is to be here for you. Help you know, choose, care and enjoy your own treasures for many, many years.
So now let’s make it about you.
I’ve opened up my heart and shared a very personal story about a piece I own. Would you be willing to do the same?
What’s the story or memory behind that special jewel you love?
Let me know in the comments below with as much detail as you’d like.
Can’t wait to hear it,