Time For Tea

Time For Tea

I will forever hold in my heart the joys I experienced and the lessons I learned.

Recently my cousin posted a picture of his tea collection. He was transitioning from one job and brought all his tea from work home to mingle with his tea collection at home. When I saw the picture and read the status, it took me back to a different time and place. I responded that Grammie would be so proud. I will forever remember my Grandmother’s love of tea.

I had the opportunity as a child, growing up, to spend a summer at my Grandparents cabin. I remember how we would sit out on the second-floor deck for afternoon tea. It was so peaceful under the canopy of trees, nestled between two hills carved out of the mountainside by the stream that ran next to the cabin. We would sit and talk about life and soak in the sounds of nature.

Across the stream from the cabin, there was a clearing at the base of an extremely large tree which had fallen so long ago. The biggest part of the tree had been cleared away, but the upended roots and base were still there for the forest animals to come to and climb on. Grandad would gather old stale bread from the bakery outlet in the city and dry it out so it wouldn’t spoil further. We would break up the bread and sprinkle it in the clearing around the fallen tree. In the daytime for tea we could watch the smaller animals, chipmunks mostly, come for their afternoon tea as well.

At night, after dinner, we would have our nightly tea and dessert. Granddad had installed floodlights so that we could watch the animals that came out after dark. These were the deer and raccoons. Oh, how Grammie loved the raccoons! There would be families of raccoons, and she loved to watch the babies waddle behind the parents.

My grandparents had a deep respect for nature, and the animals knew that they were safe on our land. The forest around the cabin was old growth. The trees had not been logged since the early 1900’s. Granddad made it clear that he thought the forest was worth more than the money the trees would bring. I learned my deep respect for nature and the environment from my Granddad and time spent at the cabin.

Life marches on. The cabin was eventually sold when health forced my Grandparents to move closer to the medical facilities and civilization. That has been what feels like a lifetime. My Grandparents are gone now as well. But I will forever hold in my heart the joys I experienced and the lessons I learned.

My son has discovered a love for tea. I look at him and see the respect for life and the joy for the little things that I received from my Grandparents and know, the best in life somehow finds a way to continue, to grow. They will always be with me, they are a part of me. For now, I think I will have a cup of tea.

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To The Dad Who Didn't Want Me, It's Mutual Now

Thank you for leaving me because I am happy.

Thank you, for leaving me.

Thank you, for leaving me when I was little.

Thank you, for not putting me through the pain of watching you leave.

Thank you, for leaving me with the best mother a daughter could ask for.

I no longer resent you. I no longer feel anger towards you. I wondered for so long who I was. I thought that because I didn't know half of my blood that I was somehow missing something. I thought that who you were defined me. I was wrong. I am my own person. I am strong and capable and you have nothing to do with that. So thank you for leaving me.

In my most vulnerable of times, I struggled with the fact that you didn't want me. You could have watched me grow into the person that I have become, but you didn't. You had a choice to be in my life. I thought that the fact that my own father didn't want me spoke to my own worth. I was wrong. I am so worthy. I am deserving, and you have nothing to do with that. So thank you for leaving me.

You have missed so much. From my first dance to my first day of college, and you'll continue to miss everything. You won't see me graduate, you won't walk me down the aisle, and you won't get to see me follow my dreams. You'll never get that back, but I don't care anymore. What I have been through, and the struggles that I have faced have brought me to where I am today, and I can't complain. I go to a beautiful school, I have the best of friends, I have an amazing family, and that's all I really need.

Whoever you are, I hope you read this. I hope you understand that you have missed out on one of the best opportunities in your life. I could've been your daughter. I could have been your little girl. Now I am neither, nor will I ever be.

So thank you for leaving me because I am happy. I understand my self-worth, and I understand that you don't define me. You have made me stronger. You have helped make me who I am without even knowing it.

So, thank you for leaving me.

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