After my third child was born, an old friend visited and brought not only a gift of pajamas for the baby but a tea cup for me. It is a very pretty and dainty tea cup with pink flowers, a fancy edge and saucer. I call it my friendship cup.
For a while I didn’t use it because I thought it was too pretty and I drink tea out of big mugs. Actually, if I could, I’d walk around with a tea i.v.
But I don’t.
Sometimes I love espresso in the afternoon, but espresso straight is a bit strong for my tastes. I make it in an old-fashioned Italian stove-top espresso maker that perks. No fancy machinery or frothing latte. Just a simple pot that boils water and perks coffee for two. I take a little espresso with lots of milk in it. One day as I made this and searched for the right size cup, not too big, not too small, I remembered the gift of the tea cup. Somehow it seemed the perfect size.
I found the cup hidden away, pulled it out, cleaned it and dried it. I used it for my coffee.
Somehow that day the coffee tasted better. I may have been down; I may have been a little lonely or thinking about coffee chats by water coolers. Either way, the coffee tasted better. Holding that cup by its little handle brought me a connection to my friend, and I felt less lonely. I thought how sweet it was that she had thought of me. Bringing gifts for new babies is common; bringing gifts for new mothers is less so. But moms (and dads) need comfort too.
That tea cup is comfort.
(What brings you closer to a friend?)