Tuesday, July 10, 2018

Tea parties and casual words

It was just a simple tea party...with milk and cookies for all. We sat around, drank our milk and marveled at the beautiful birds in our poetry book. Yet, that moment stood out in my dear daughter's heart as the moment Mama invested in her.


It was just a simple comment, made by a mother of eight, who looked at me with my baby and toddler and said, "you are in the hardest season right now". Yet, that comment has stuck with me and given me courage to press on for there is hope in future seasons.

It was just a simple statement, when another mom friend called me a "super mom" (only because they don't see the inside story). Yet, that statement was food for my soul, words to affirm that I wasn't as messy as I thought in this new mom job.

Simple gestures, simple words that we casually express, with no thought of what a difference they would make. How many comments, or kind acts that inspired you, can you remember over the years? Little things forgotten by the giver, but to you they became a lifeline, a moment that gave you courage.




It wasn't my simple cookies that made that moment special, nor the candle burning for ambiance. Nor was it the beautiful poetry book filled with gorgeous pictures of birds in flight. Though, Sweep up the Sun, Among a Thousand Fireflies, Step Gently Out, and Wake Up! are among our favorites!
                                                             


When she is older, she won't remember all the books we read or what we ate. But she will remember that ......we were.  It is the sitting, the being, the shared moment that makes all the difference. No one asks for our most clean house, or eloquent speeches with perfect grammar, or a polished gift. Rather people just want to be noticed, to be recognized, to be affirmed that they are not as much of a mess as they think. They just want....us.  That shared moment where one soul affirms another.  Where a person's simple presence or words can breath enough courage to withstand the day or season.  Where words become food for the soul.


They just want us to invite them to tea. 



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