“Sometimes we let our thoughts of tomorrow take up too much of today. Daydreaming of the past and longing for the future may provide comfort but will not take the place of living in the present. This is the day of our opportunity, and we must grasp it.” -Thomas S. Monson
Zoe got invited to her first tea party ever. Being the princess-obsessed, three-year-old that she is, she knew instinctively that a tea party was something she wanted to go to. I didn’t have to explain it to her. She went to the door immediately to put on her shoes. I had to call her back because it wasn’t time to go yet. The thing that’s puzzling to me is that Mormons don’t drink tea, so how does she even know what a tea party is?
I don’t know that I would know how to throw a tea party, so I was looking forward to seeing how they do it in Stewartville–home to three princesses. My own Sarah had no interest in dolls or princesses or tea parties. Maybe I didn’t give her a chance because she was too busy throwing aliens around the house. The only time she wore pink was when she was too young to protest. And then there was Zoe. She loves baby dolls, kittens, and pink. She covets all things with the Disney princesses on it even if she doesn’t know what it is. I don’t know how or why she is like this, but it had nothing to do with me. She came this way. And now I’m experiencing all kinds of new adventures… like tea parties.
It was such a perfect day for an outdoor déjeuner with other princess-obsessed girly girls. Zoe rang the bell and then ran to stand back, holding her purse and doll, a few paces out from the door. I guess she thought that’s what princesses do. I felt like she was following some higher law of good manners while waiting to be received. If there is any proof that your clothes dictate your behavior, this was it… dress like a princess and your manners become refined. And then she entered the house, took off her shoes, and ran to the back yard in her bare feet. (Elegance could not be upheld with her Hawaiian-style upbringing of removing shoes upon entering a house.) Princess B and Princess Sweet P were seated at the princess table in their finery and graciously received her. Zoe then began sharing the contents of her purse with them. (That’s what princesses do.) Then they colored Princess place mats, picked out princess bracelets, and played with play dough while waiting for Princess Emily to arrive. She gave everyone magnetic dolls. Zoe was in princess heaven.
The feast was brought out and everything was beautifully decorated. Cheese and crackers, orange wedges, pink candy corn, fudge, and water in little tea cups–the simplest of foods– was made gourmet in its presentation. Princess B, being the oldest, was the most elegant. I loved watching these little girls enter a world of imagination come to life with a few props. And then they got down on the grass and played princess soccer (kicking little colored balls around with reckless abandon). Such fun! A great way to spend an hour with friends.