My first silicone wristband came from my rosy-cheeked granddaughter who was too young to know that she was giving me a keepsake present. After our first meeting during the Holiday season, and the hours spent together while she slept peacefully in my arms, I discovered my first silicone wristband sitting on the floor beside where her travel bed had been, waiting to be thrown away with a pile of festive used wrapping papers.
This glorious little gift came to me with her name attached, and in the prettiest shade of pink. My guess is that it was being used to mark her little bed as her own in case of mix-ups while traveling. Delighted, I placed my first silicone wristband around the strap area of my backpack-style of purse and quietly planned for my years of daily smiles at seeing this gift each time that I carried my purse.
Tragedy struck quickly, as I knew it would, if I insisted upon keep my special gift with me. While walking along a crowded downtown street, there was the sound of a tiny voice, “You’ve found my bracelet!” the little voice cried, while I frantically searched for the sound. And, there she was all coatless and dirty, standing near the alley’s edge. “That’s my name!” this happy child sang as she danced towards me in greetings…
Sadly, I watched as my first silicone bracelet disappeared through the doors of a shelter, while mentally calculating the discount rates for buying the bracelets in volume. So many children with no place to go, and no home to call their own; silicone wristbands seemed just the thing that each could carry with them. My first silicone wristband was special to me and special to others as well. I’ve replaced it now with a supply in spare, and that’s my story to tell.
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