I remember thinking that my mother looked at the world through rose colored glasses. It sort of bothered me sometimes because I often yearned for her to be just a little more reality based.
But as I have matured I fondly remember her methods and have adapted them to my own life. Looking at the world through rose colored glasses implies possibly pretending the world is not the way it really is but that is not it at all.
Looking at the world through rose colored glasses doesn’t mean creating beauty that is not there, it means finding the beauty that is there.
This rose colored position has worked well for me. From teaching in an inner city school in Toronto, to managing four young children while the oldest child went through cancer treatments; from raising those children while my husband’s work took him away from home to from moving our family from the only home I had known in Toronto to Philadelphia when my husband’s work took him there.
Those rosy glasses sure helped us after 9/11 when my husband lost his job in Philadelphia and went through colon cancer at the same time and we had to move to North Carolina for a new job leaving our two youngest behind to finish their schooling.
I am thankful for a husband who also has his own pair of rose colored glasses and has stayed with me for 45 years. When our aching hearts are missing our six grandchildren who live far away, we both put on those glasses.
I am thankful for a rich and varied life. I haven’t really needed those glasses for some parts of my life, the creative parts, the things that I do naturally and with love such as painting, quilting, homemaking, gardening and decorating. But of my bigger stretches such as being a wife, mother, shopkeeper, getting my graduate degree in counseling, dealing with sickness and loss, I needed those glasses!
But the one part of my life that I do not need my rose colored glasses for is my faith in Jesus Christ. It stands strong and sustains me through all of life’s ups and downs.
Oh there is one more thing that I add to my faith and my rose colored glasses and that is TEA! That’s right TEA! When I had problems growing up my mother would often say ‘what we need is a good cup of tea’ and I guess I kind of believe that a nice cup of tea between friends can be a good start to a beautiful relationship.
Care to choose your favorite cup, pull up a chair and enjoy a cup of tea with me?