When I was little my mom would invite our neighbor over for tea- daily it seemed- or we would go there.
While they talked, the neighbor's son and I would play.
I learned to love tea. I associate the warmth of tea with cozy, intimate friendships, that distance cannot impede.
When I was really little my mom gave me tea with milk and sugar. Then honey. Now I drink tea like she does- almost room temperature plain.
Tea will always make me feel closer to my mom. I like that feeling. At the moment there are two mugs (empty) sitting next to me- and those are only the cups I have not put in the sink today.
Even though there are times I would have thrown the mugs at my mom rather than sit and have a cup of tea with her, I am really so thankful I have those memories with her.
I hope I can foster that kind of relationship with my kids (maybe without the tea throwing part).