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tea party
The clock struck five, and Shivani’s eyes lit up. “Mom, it’s tea time!” she exclaimed, already running to the little kitchen corner we’d set up just for these moments. I smiled, following her, ready to indulge in our special ritual.
Shivani carefully pulled out her tiny teacups and plates, arranging them with a seriousness that always made me chuckle. “You have to sit here, mom and I’ll pour the tea,” she instructed, pointing at the small chair across from her. I took my seat, watching as she clumsily lifted the miniature teapot, tilting it slowly to pour pretend tea. A few drops spilled, and she gasped dramatically, but I reassured her with a laugh.
We talked about our day while “sipping” our tea—her stories bouncing from the playground to the castle she’d built earlier, and my own little updates carefully simplified so she could understand. Sometimes she paused, tilting her head, listening as if my words were the most important thing in the world. Then she’d suddenly burst into a fit of giggles, almost knocking over her cup.
We shared tiny cookies, carefully breaking them into small pieces, savoring them slowly as if time itself had paused. The baby slept nearby and every so often Shivani would lean over, whispering, “Mom, do you think the baby would like tea too?” I smiled and nodded, watching her include her little sibling in our imaginary world.
By the end, we were both covered in crumbs and tea spills, laughing until our sides ached. These few quiet minutes, just the two of us, filled with imagination, laughter, and love, always made my day feel whole. As I cleaned up, Shivani hugged me tightly and whispered, “Best tea time ever, mom.” And in that moment, I knew she was right, it truly was.
Posted 8/21/2025, 2:00 PM