A couple of weeks ago, Aunt Shanda had a birthday. We were so honored to be able to kick off her day by having her over for breakfast before she headed out of town.
I planned on making her favorite muffins and coffee with extra vanilla creamer…and then I started to think about how I could jazz things up a bit. My mind was soon spinning with thoughts of cupcake toppers, fresh fruit skewers, and meats and cheeses.
I quickly settled on a black-white-and-silver theme, with pops of bright pink, Shanda’s favorite.
I had so much fun planning our little tablescape. I brought out my mom’s silver-rimmed china, my silver chargers, some silver and crystal serving pieces, and I tied a black and white polka-dotted ribbon to the stems of our champagne glasses (for mimosas…minus the champagne, anyway). [Shanda was traveling that day, and I had two wee ones to attend to.]
The girls were so excited when they saw all the pretties that morning…
“What’s this, Mommy?”
“What’s that, Mommy?”
“Is china from China?”
…and it dawned on me that my girlies have never been seen any of my china, at least not outside the china cabinet.
I have three full sets…one from each grandmother, and one from my mom…and they’ve basically never laid eyes on it.
And it later struck me, as Shanda and I were sipping over-creamered coffee from delicate little teacups…in 36 years I don’t think I’ve ever drunk from these teacups.
Why do I have this stuff if I’m not going to use it???
Granted, we’re still very much in a “plastic” phase at our house…and I don’t put my china or crystal in the dishwasher, which raises some logistical challenges in terms of resource allocation…but I’m going to make a concerted effort to use my “good stuff” more often.
I want the girls to see us enjoying “the fine things”…and soon to enjoy “the fine things” themselves. I want to live this life and celebrate all the fine little points in it…not just reserving “the fine things” for the rare special occasion.
AWARE in 2012.