There’s a proper tea cozy, under which lies a perfectly brewed pot of Twining’s English Breakfast tea. There are little tea sandwiches arranged on a three tiered plate of bone china from Canada. There are crystal champagne glasses filled with pana cotta and fresh raspberry sauce. There is a hand embroidered white cloth from Japan which I have ironed practically my whole life.
See, this kind of deal is de riguer for me.
But, it sort of freaks people out sometimes. They don’t anticipate the challenges of being part of a family who takes this level of entertaining for granted. (Paper plates? Are you kidding me? My mother, my aunt, my grandmother wouldn’t have heard of it!)
Now, being adopted into such a family has its own challenges. On one hand, I love beautiful. I love elegant, and simple, and the extra effort which shows you care.
On the other, it feels as if you can’t quite measure up.
I looked around at all the women at the table. Most of them graduated from Wheaton College. The same college whose advisor coughed discreetly when he looked at my transcripts and said perhaps I would do well to transfer in after I’d had a year of college someplace else. You know, with the unwashed masses.
None of the women in my family work. Outside of the home that is.
None of them wear a lip color which is any bolder than what I have termed, “Wheaton Pink.” Frosted. Pale. Correct.
Let’s contrast this with me, shall we? I have a college degree, two as a matter of fact (not counting my Masters) from a liberal arts university in Ohio. I have worked, teaching, for 24 years. My lipstick is usually the brightest and boldest red I can find.
When I look around the room, I feel a bit of a hussy truthfully.
Then, I come home, go to bed, and nag myself all night with “if onlies”. If only my husband hadn’t died when I was 33, and I could have stayed home with my son. If only Wheaton had accepted me, and I’d fit in with every one else; I could go to Homecoming with my cousins and we could have tail gating parties…wait, I’m too old for this. College was over 20 years ago for me. And comparing my life to others is never very productive…
I read in 1 Corinthians this morning, the following verses: “The human body has many parts…If the foot says, “I am not a part of the body because I am not a hand,” that does not make it any less a part of the body. And if the ear says, “I am not part of the body because I am only an ear and not an eye,” would that make it any less a part of the body? Suppose the whole body were an eye-then how would you hear? Or if your whole body were just one big ear, how could you smell anything? But God made our bodies with many parts, and he has put each part just where he wants it…In fact, some of the parts that seem weakest and least important are really the most necessary.” 1 Corinthians 12: 12-22 NLT
I figure that verse was specially sent for me, and any others who may question themselves, to say listen! We’re all important and unique. The world could not function very well if we were all the same.
Plus, think how boring it would be if every woman only wore pink frosted lipstick.