M hosted her first tea party Friday. She spent hours making invitations, writing lists for games, crafts and menus in preparation for the big day. Being a compulsive list maker, I was very proud of her organization. I was especially blessed, though, to see her gifts and talents emerging. I am a planner but I am not naturally inclined to be hospitable. Just waiting for this little party to begin, my armpits were soaked. M, on the other hand, navigated the preparations with ease and excitement. It could be age and inexperience but I think it is because she is caring, compassionate and giving. Seeing her rosy cheeks and contented face in the rearview mirror after dropping her guest off and a care package to a sick friend filled my mama's heart with joy. She is discovering who she is.
