A simple, true story about diamond ear rings…



“Do you really think she will like them?” he worried.

Nestled in the little box were a pair of ear rings set with little diamonds— the total weight probably not a quarter of a carat. A week’s salary had gone into the purchase of the ear-rings, a hard but honest week’s labor.

They are beautiful, he was told. She will love them.

But still he fretted. “Maybe she won’t like them.”

He had bought his gift for his wife’s birthday. He said that he had shopped carefully and finally settled on these ear rings because that was all he could afford. When the heart is full of love, it is hard to settle for something that is perceived as less than perfect. When the world’s gaze rests on the finest gems, the largest houses, the most expensive cars, a pair of ear rings might seem a poor way to express that love.

“What will I do if she doesn’t like them?” he agonized, and nothing that could be said would put his mind at rest.

His wife liked diamonds. He suspected this though she never came out and said it. Perhaps her friends had bigger, more expensive gems. Perhaps, secretly, she envied them. “She deserves a lot more,” he muttered as he closed the box.

Nothing that was said could take away his worry and the worry was contagious and slid into the days that passed because almost everyone has had that thought and that worry sometime and has wondered: is my gift good enough? Will it be pleasing? Is what I do really enough or am I lacking somehow? But when the birthday date had come and gone, there he was again and the question had to be asked—had his wife liked the diamond ear rings?

“She loved them!” He almost shouted the words. “She screamed when she saw them and then she called her mother and her brother and her friends… and anyone else she could think of. She wears them every day—she won’t take them off!”

His smile was incandescent, and if his heart had suddenly become transparent, it would undoubtedly have glowed with that special light reserved for the truly joyful.

So the question is, who is the more fortunate– the wife who thought that those small diamonds were worth the world because she loved her husband or the man who would, if he could,  have handed his wife that world along with the moon and the stars?

But perhaps we know the answer already.

To the fortunate

The dewdrops on that flower

Are like diamonds.






About Maureen C. Wartski

I’m Maureen Wartski, writer, artist, wife, mother, grandmother; you can see that I have many of the bases covered. I was born in Ashiya, Japan, a (then) small town which lay cradled between sea and mountains. In the evenings, we would walk along the road that ran past Osaka Bay, and a great moon would rise out of the water to turn the world to silver. I’m told that my first words were, “Big moon!” All my life I have felt the tug to write something, draw something, put together something with fabric, string and color, and the urge to create has grown through the years. I suppose, then, that it’s a natural thing that this blog be full of the things that so many of you enjoy doing…drawing, making something with fabric, and writing. Yuri's Brush with Magic, my newest book for middle schoolers follows the adventures of a brother and sister, the magic of words, and the incredible magic of the natural world. I'd love to hear from you! You can send me a note at: maureen@wartski.org/ My blog is here: https://maureenwartski.wordpress.com/ Or friend me on Facebook!

8 responses »

  1. My eyes filled up when I read this loving blog. While we knew the outcome, the giver’s anxiety was so touching. Gift giving can be so tenuous and uncertain, but the receiving of the gift must be certain and sincerely appreciative. Lovely piece. Fran

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