To the {Future} Tea Parties

A true home is one of the most sacred of places. It is a sanctuary into which men flee from the world’s perils and alarms. It is a resting-place to which at close of day the weary retire to gather new strength for the battle and toils of tomorrow. It is the place where love learns its lessons, where life is schooled into discipline and strength, where character is molded.

J.R. Miller

It was early in the morning – the March timid sun was just barely peaking over the snowy horizon … a few winter birds were stirring and singing quietly from the tops of the pine tree. Without wanting to wake anyone, I tiptoed out the back door and slid into our family truck. My husband was still home before work and this was the only time I could slip away – as such, this was the  arranged time to go pick up a used teapot I had found on a used site.

You see, our last tea pot, which we use for Tea at Two on Tuesdays (and well, for tea whenever!) slid out of my hands the other week and shattered on the floor. How badly I felt as I picked up the pretty, broken pieces. It had been a lovely teapot and served our family well, even if only for a short time. It was a shame I broke it and it left me feeling a little bit sad.

Well, the unfortunate accident meant it was time to source out another good used teapot that would be well loved and used daily. After a few messages back and forth via the internet, with my joy, I located a pretty used teapot. The owner did not live near me, but, fortunately, her daughter lived on a street I grew up on half an hour away. We chatted a bit and arranged for the teapot to be delivered to her daughter, where I would drive and pick it up one morning. A perfect transaction.

When the seller asked me what I would be doing with the teapot, I told her about our little family tea parties, our times of reading together with tea and cookies and explained I had six daughters … surely, if the teapots survive all our family times, I will gladly pass on the teapots to my daughters when they are grown.



“Oh wow, that’s a lot of children!”, she responded, laughing. “I have three daughters and two sons.”

“What fun you must have had,” I replied, “Children are a lot of work, but it is also a great blessing to have them around!”

To this, the lady jokingly replied that her grown children were not all blessings most days …

“Maybe if I had more tea parties and read books with them, they’d be more of a blessing to me now,” she said, with a little laugh.


I pondered this statement as I drove back home, the new pretty teapot [and matching cream and sugar] sat safely nestled in the seat beside me.  Returning home, I carefully placed the teapot on the dining room hutch for the younger children to see. They admired how pretty it was, the delicate pink and blue flowers and asked when the peppermint tea would be served.

The morning continued and soon it was time for tea and a good read aloud session from The Jungle Book by Rudyard Kipling. The children gathered as my eldest daughter handed out her freshly baked cookies as a treat.


Some days with our tea time, we read poetry out loud. Other days, I catch up on our current book that we are reading out loud together.

I watched the children gather noisily around as I fingered the page in the chapter, waiting to begin the reading.

Strange, I thought to myself, that I had never seen the time spent together having tea as an investment in the future relationship … it somehow changed everything for me in that moment. Yes, it would be easier to go off and have tea myself with less spills, less interruptions and more quiet moments. But tea together, reading a good book and sitting around the fire suddenly seemed more important at this moment in time.

All this time of afternoon teas, boiling water, pouring tea and spending the extra time to lay out a tea table, opening great books and spending  half an hour or so reading … I had only see it for the moment; I had never thought about the long term investment … I really had not thought much about the future and what tiny seeds perhaps these little teas would be planting …

Later in the week, during nap times and quiet rests, after toys were picked up and big girls were assigned a quiet reading hour,  I walked into the back room and found my six year old with a tea table all set up. It was for mommy and her, she explained with a twinkle in her eye. Set next to a radiant, warm, fire, with the winter snow falling outside, it was a picture of true contentment and coziness. She poured the lukewarm peppermint tea and I pulled up a chair and joined her at the pretty little table.

A tiny seed was beginning to grow…


“Each day of our lives we make deposits in the memory banks of our children.”
— Charles R. Swindoll


P.S. Would you like a recipe for those delicious heart shaped cookies?

Heart Chocolate Chip Cookies

1 cup unsalted butter, softened
⅓ cup granulated sugar
½ cup light-brown sugar
1 large egg yolk
2 tsp vanilla extract
2 ½ cups all-purpose flour
½ tsp salt
1 ½ cups semi-sweet mini-chocolate chips

Cream together the butter and sugars. Add the egg yolk and vanilla.

Sift together the flour and salt, and add to the butter and sugar mixture one cup at a time, until completely incorporated. The dough will be a bit crumbly.

Mix in the chocolate chips.
Shape the dough into a disc shape and wrap in plastic and chill for 1/2 an hour.

Roll out the dough, cut and place on parchment paper. Chill again for about 15 minutes. Bake at 350 degrees until golden brown.

Enjoy with a pot of peppermint tea and read a good book with your children – no matter their age.















March 1, 2019 - 12:59 pm

Gigi Debby, that is a great way of looking at it …
I love the story of you and your mom. How beautiful.

February 27, 2019 - 2:35 pm

Debby in Kansas, USA What a wonderful post! Might I also add that I think the Lord had something in mind when He matched up you and that teapot. He’s sneaky that way sometimes! There is still time for that Mom and her kids and most definitely with her grands.

A little story, if you don’t mind…My mom and I did not have a good relationship after she remarried when I was 7. It got progressively worse, no matter what I did. Flash forward to her failing health at 74. She left California and moved to Kansas with us. I dreaded it. Well, it turned out to be the best 16 mos. I could’ve hoped for before her death. I suspect that the regular tea/coffee times with sweets contributed to that… it was just a peaceful time with light chats.

February 27, 2019 - 6:19 am

Gigi Shirley, you are so encouraging. I fail daily and I am learning so much every day. God is gracious, thankfully!

February 26, 2019 - 2:48 pm

shirley All those precious seeds you are planting will reap a beautiful harvest of well trained, well adjusted grown children dear Gigi.

I had tears in my eyes reading this post and seeing the precious little ones.

You are doing an amazing job raising your children.

They are blessed to have such a wonderful mama, and I am sure they will realize that as they grow into adulthood.

Hugs from Shirley

February 25, 2019 - 7:56 pm

Lynnea Such a heartwarming lovely post of tea times with your children…what special memories are in the making!
The teapot is very pretty and those heart~shaped cookies look yummy.
Speaking of cookies, I recently baked Oatmeal Cookies using the recipe you posted about your third daughter making them for her Daddy.
My husband and I just finished the last few and think they are delicious…it’s a keeper recipe for sure. 🙂 ~Lynnea

February 25, 2019 - 4:12 pm

Gigi Peppermint is lovely and so is chamomile (it is calming). If your child is not used to tea, perhaps add a bit of honey. Fruit-infused tea is lovely, as well.

February 25, 2019 - 3:25 pm

Kristal Quick question for you, what recommendations do you have for tea for children?

February 25, 2019 - 12:27 pm

Kristal What that lady said to you resonates with me as well. Not only is the time we spend shaping our children’s character and relationships for today, but we are also shaping their character and relationships for the future. My prayer is that my adult children (when they get there that is) will become responsible, loving, and God-fearing adults, but will also love their family and still have great relationships with their siblings and parents. Your tea times look and sound wonderful. I am sure your children will have many fond memories of these as they get older! By the way, is your new teapot the one in the last picture? It is very lovely!

February 25, 2019 - 11:06 am

Teresa@ Simply Farmhouse Gigi, What a beautiful post ~ It does means so much to our children when we set a side a moment of our time with them. I love when something said touches our hearts and it helps us to realize this does matter. Lovely photo’s!

February 25, 2019 - 9:06 am

Monica Oh simply beautiful! It’s so neat how traditions occur..some purposefully and some just evolve. I haven’t read to all of my children collectively in a long time but do read to two individually every day and I have some others gather round to hear the book. Usually the child to whom I’m reading all ask for tea during that time or “honey lemon water” (water with honey and lemon mixed), so that seems like something we have created as a tradition. You’re right—so many of our traditions, methods, just ways of doing things are making memories for these children and building strong ties with parents and children and each other.
PS. Which was the teapot you picked up from the early morning excursion? They are all so beautiful!