I didn’t realize how much she sacrificed for us (6) until I was well past the age of minority. She had hinted for years that she would like a mother’s ring so one year we all got her one, put it in the bottom of a huge box full of worn out clothes and gift wrapped it. I’ll remember the confused look on her face as she took out item after item of old clothes until she got to the bottom and then the tears when she opened the ring box. She passed away almost 19 years ago and my dad entrusted me with the ring, which I still have.
That is beautiful.