It wasn't even resignation, so much as realization that helping my mom get ready for hosting parties was one of the few times where she both understood and appreciated my efforts. (She loved and supported me, but had no clue about most of what I did for a career.) I'd made a connection between helping her make Jell-O molds and her approval that was unwarranted. Even though I found the pan, I might still donate it. :-) But it's nice to have the choice.