High Tea
Posted by Sophia in Marriage, Women, boys, grief, home Life, parenting, special needsI bought a fancy glass pitcher the other day
At an elderly couple’s Estate sale.
It still had the sticker on it, as if it had never been used.
Then I brought it home
And asked my tall son to place it high up on a shelf
that I could not even reach.
Today I thought about my first son.
And how fragile he was.
He had heart disease.
Every moment of his life was a High Tea,
Served in a glass pitcher,
with good china.
We laughed, we danced, we celebrated-
unspoken clarity and understanding
that he was special.
Time was special.
and at any moment he could break.
And then he did
when he was eight.
And somehow we became plastic pitcher people.
We are protected and guarded-
In our health, our decisions
And even simple conversations.
We laugh less often.
My family is now tough and durable
My boys wrestle and argue
And grow
But I am realizing that every moment with them
is still fragile and temporary.
My response to my children,
Every look I give my husband,
All of life
really is that special.
They deserve nothing less than
the fanfare of the High Tea.
I should dress up
and laugh
and celebrate
more often.
And maybe even serve tea
In my new glass pitcher.

dedicated to Miss Kathy and her friends
and their High Tea.
Tags: celebrate, grief, loss, moms, parenting, special needs




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