With Rebecca visiting tomorrow afternoon for her 16th, I finally gathered the energy to tackle a tiny job that has been sitting on my to-do list for ages: cleaning up her old silver baby bracelet.
It isn’t just a plain piece of jewellery—it has an imprint of her tiny foot from when she was a baby. Looking at it before I started, it was completely dull and heavily tarnished after sitting tucked away for 16 years.
What matters most to me about this little bracelet is where it came from. It was done with love from both me and her mum. Even though I messed everything up with her mum, that doesn’t change the fact that this comes from both of us. I’m fully aware I’ve been the bad guy in the past, and all I can really do now is try to do good things where I can.
I set it down by the window to grab a quick “before” photo, popped it into my silver cleaning kit for a quick dip, gave it a thorough rinse, and patted it dry. Watching 16 years of heavy tarnish lift off in seconds—and seeing that little footprint shine again inside a brand-new case—was honestly amazing.
Hopefully she’ll like it when I give it to her tomorrow. Maybe it ends up sitting in a drawer for another 16 years, and that’s completely fine—it’s hers now to do with as she wishes. I won’t lie, I’m not entirely sure how I’ll handle it if she rejects it, because the thought makes my stomach drop a bit. Still, all I can do is clean it up, hand it over with love from both her parents, and leave the rest to her.
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I hope it’s a fine day tomorrow, giving and receiving. I try to let go of a gift when giving it. You know, as you do, let go inside. Doesn’t always work and maybe shouldn’t, not all the time. Regarding family care, I think emotional stakes are high.