This Mother’s Day weekend may have been the most precious one I have celebrated in my 12 years as a mom. They have all been special, but this one was just so sweet. It started with watching Molly in her dance recital. I’ve shared how proud I am of her for returning to dance after several years and how very proud I am of how hard she has worked this year. Watching her Friday night, I couldn’t help but tear up when I saw her on stage.
If Friday night was special, Saturday afternoon was to be treasured. The 4th grade Sunday school class at church is made up of all girls. Six precious 4th grade girls who have been friends since birth. They are very blessed to have a Sunday school teacher who is teaching them to be servants and young ladies of God. On Sunday mornings they have been helping with the toddler class and for Mother’s Day they have for weeks been planning a tea for their mothers and grandmothers. Their teacher, Dr. Gentle, opened her historic home she recently restored. She along with the girls treated us to an afternoon that I know we will always treasure.
Dr. Gentle and the girls planned it to the smallest detail. We received formal invitations, and she and the girls planned the menu. The girls were to each bring a designated treat, and they were each assigned a task on the day of the tea. Some of the girls were greeters, some served punch, some served tea. All were perfect southern young ladies.
Dr. Gentle surprised all the girls with aprons. She had another teacher monogram them for the girls. Such a sweet gift. Here Molly is helping Sara with hers.
Molly’s task was to serve tea.
Someone had the idea for each girl to pose with her mom and grandmothers for a photo. I’m so glad we did that. The perfect memento from the afternoon.
After we had eaten and had plenty of tea and punch refills provided by our hostesses, we all gathered together on the screened in porch to chat. Each grandmother shared an etiquette tip with the girls. Then the moms took turns expressing their love and wishes for the girls and their futures. As I watched these two sweet girls holding hands, I thanked God for giving Molly precious friends to grow up alongside.
It was truly a special time. It reminded us that we live in a world that spins way too fast. We were reminded of simpler times that even those of us who are true southerners have come to neglect. The art of entertaining. It was so nice to slow down and just enjoy these relationships that we so often take for granted.