One of my mom’s Willow Ware tea cups broke today. My dad gave them to me after my mom died. I used to have them up on the top of our cabinets as decoration, but took them down about a year ago and decided to start using them.
So today, my youngest two boys were drinking warm maple milk from them. It was a sweet moment, we were relaxing after lots of yard work and mud playing. My youngest -R pushed -C off the bench and down went -C’s tea cup full of sweet goodness onto our unforgiving kitchen tile. I immediately started crying, I’ve been fairly close to my emotions lately and well even though I knew it was a possibility that in using them one of the cups could break, the fact that it did in that quiet moment kind of undid me. I let the tears flow, reprimanded -R for pushing his brother and proceeded to clean up the spill and shards.
After getting myself together a bit I explained to -C who was also sad that the cup broke (the boys all love drinking from them), that Nanna would have been happy that he was enjoying using them, she would have been ok with it breaking, to her it was better to use it and eek every bit of enjoyment out of it and possibly break it, then to never use it at all.
It was kind of a thing with us, Mom and I that is, the USING of things. My Nonni, my dad’s mom, had her kitchen table protected with 7 or 8 table cloths at all times, she had boxes of china from her wedding never used that I now have in boxes in my basement, Nonni saved everything for the future. I remember taking the protective covers off of her living room couch, about 6 months before she died, she had been admitted to a nursing home and my brothers and I were cleaning out her house. The fabric hadn’t worn, but the cushion inside had totally disintegrated underneath. It struck me that she had never truly appreciated the couch and it got destroyed anyway.
My mom and I observed this way Nonni lived her life and were in agreement that things were meant to be used.
I loved the cup, but I loved it more for the happy memories my boys would have of drinking warm maple milk, tea, or hot chocolate out of it, rather than seeing it up on a shelf as a pretty decoration.
I have a bathroom mirror that really needs refurbishing, I’ve been thinking a mosaic would be just right for it. That tea cup will live on for sure and continue being used, and yes we’ll still be drinking out of and enjoying the others.
~Lisa