Before I became a mama I used to wear a necklace almost every day. It was part of who I was, and I would go through phases in which I would wear the same necklace for months on end, then change my mind and wear something else for months on end. I liked to pick out wild and crazy necklaces for special occasions, necklaces that made my usually rather plain clothes into a real outfit.
As soon as Bea grew old enough to grab things I started leaving the necklace off, and now the only time I wear a necklace is if I’m going out at night without the kids. My necklaces are now gathering dust in dresser drawers and jewelery boxes.
This morning I saw my old favourite necklace sitting there in the drawer when I was getting dressed and I thought, “What the heck, I’m going to wear that necklace today. I like it!” And the second my toddler saw that shiny bauble around my neck she reached out for it and gave a mighty tug.
Two minutes later the necklace was sitting on my dining room mantlepiece (where all kinds of random objects are temporarily housed for indefinite lengths of time) and I had, once again, a bare neck.
You know what? It felt good.