But today, I decided to wear a different ring. It is another precious gem I inherited. It looks like a pink flower. It's stones cascade up and down looking like petals. The petals surround three tiny diamonds in the center. I'm not sure why I made my decision today to wear this other ring, but I did.
At school, one of the groups of children I was working with noticed my ring. Here's how our conversation went:
Girl 1: I like your ring.
Girl 2: Where did you get it?
Me: From my mom.
Gabe: Is she dead?
Girl 1: It looks like a flower.
Girl 2: It does.
Girl 1: I really like it, can I look at it? Does your mom work in an office?
Me: No, my mom is not alive anymore.
Gabe and I look at one another. It seems only he is really hearing me.
Gabe: Does she know what heaven looks like?
Me: I hope so.
Gabe: Do you know what it looks like?
Me: No. Do you?
Gabe: No. Someone told me it is just like here only you don't have to pay for anything.
Me: Sound good, don't you think? Your mom is dead too, isn't she?
Me: Maybe our mom's are together. Maybe they know each other. Wouldn't that be cool?
Gabe: Yeah, it would.
I teach first graders how to read. It is not my place to teach thoughts on heaven or have conversations about death. As a human being, I think it is my place to help someone else know they aren't alone.
Today I wondered if Gabe is short for Gabriel and I was grateful for my pink flower ring.