If we give the gift of words wrapped in creative tradition, one day those words will boomerang back to bless us, as author Linda Newton discovered:
I have two beautiful daughters. They arrived bringing flights of fancy with fairy princesses, dollhouses and our personal favorite — tea parties. I bought my oldest daughter, Sarah, her first tea set on her third birthday. That same day we filled the tiny plastic teapot with sweet tea, made bologna sandwiches with the crust cut off and served banana chips with a dollop of peanut butter — Sarah's favorite. Then we sipped tea and chatted about the clouds, the flower garden and our new puppy. Life couldn't get any better.
When Sarah was five, she was joined by a baby sister. Ashley was barely old enough to hold a teacup when she was invited to join us. And the three of us drank our tea with delight even though Ashley's table manners at the time left much to be desired.
As the years progressed so did the tea parties. Bologna sandwiches gave way to cream cheese and cucumber. Sweet tea was replaced by loose-leaf tea we found at various specialty shops. The conversations evolved as well. We now discussed hairstyles and friendships — important things in the life of teenagers.
The girls grew and Sarah married and moved out. About that time a teahouse opened in our little town. No more plastic dishes or paper plates for us; we had the real deal. At least once a month I'd pick Ashley up after high school and we'd head over for tea and scones in the early afternoon. Many times we were the only ones in the place.
Time stood still as Ashley and I talked about her future plans, kids in her class making heart-breaking choices, or whether Sarah's husband was going to be okay while he was stationed in Iraq. Those were deep and precious moments to be treasured.
Ashley, too, grew up and headed off to college. One year during spring break, I was blessed to have both girls home at the same time, Sarah from graduate school and Ashley from her second year at the university. This was a rare moment for us so I headed off to the grocery store to purchase our Easter feast.
When I returned the girls motioned for me to follow them out to the deck. There was the patio table set with my fine china, complete with linen tablecloth and napkins. The table was laden with cucumber and cream cheese sandwiches and completed with banana chips frosted with peanut butter. The girls poured our Blue Lady tea and we laughed and talked until the sun set. I felt so honored that of all the places my beautiful girls could be on that spring break, they chose to be with me. Apparently I wasn't the only one who valued those treasured moments over tea.2
It will take a little effort, a little time, a little energy, but you can create unique and personalized moments where the gift of words can be given that will breathe life, hope, healing and love into your daughter's future. Words are the gift every person can afford to give — and the gift a young woman most needs to receive.