“Wayne” aka Lorraine and myself “Tim” aka Kim, met up for brunch with some of our grown kids during her visit to Kelowna recently. Those given names are special memories for us of our long friendship and our daughters’ transition to learning to pronounce our names correctly. Thankfully, those names have lovingly remained in place although the now-young-ladies’ speech has progressed from there.
Over 20 years ago, our Friday mornings used to be spent attempting to make adult conversation whilst drinking tea and trying out our latest muffin recipe. This would be whilst our toddlers were having “accidents” and stealing each others special “stuffies”. Only to have our visits shortened by a much needed nap (probably for parents too), or a follow-through on a threat of leaving if the undesirable toddlers’ behaviour continued.
Fast forward 20 years and we find ourselves out for Brunch ordering Caesars for our hungover daughters whilst they relay their bar-hopping evening. Brunch ended after lots of memories and laughter with the treat of Wayne’s eldest son footing the bill with his hard-earned dollars. Nice.
There’s something special about a friendship that lasts over so many years and life experiences, and then still being able to just pick up where you were at your last visit over a year prior, with all the knowledge of our family members’ eccentricities locked into our memories.
I am so blessed to have had these morning tea friendships in my life. They shaped me as a Mother, Wife, Daughter and Friend.
“Tanks Wayne”, and the rest of my “Morning Tea” crowd – Anita and Cathie.
2 and 3 years old with pantihose as bunny ears
3 and 4 years old (bit blurred sorry!)
20 and 21 years old – two gorgeous young ladies