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“The proper, wise balancing of one’s whole life may depend upon the feasibility of a cup of tea at an unusual hour.” – Arnold Bennett, How to Live on 24 Hours a Day

On November 26, 2005, around 2 a.m., my Mom and I sat down to share a pot of tea. She had just braved the 2 ½ hour drive on icy roads because her little girl needed her. It was the second late-night trip that month, but this time…Little Guy was on his way for sure!

Night enveloped us like a warm blanket as the sleet pinged off the windows. Big Guy and Hubby were asleep, as we curled up on the couch together in the stillness of the night.

Still, still, still
One can hear the falling snow
For all is hushed
The world is sleeping – G. Götsch, Still Still Still

Eventually, the pot was empty and our silences grew longer. Mom crawled into bed in the spare room, while I prowled quietly around the house.  She got up again to see us off at 5 with reassuring hugs, and was there to greet Big Guy in the morning, who had no idea she had arrived and we had left.

This wasn’t her first pot of early morning tea while anxiously awaiting the birth of a grandchild. She was with me with Big Guy was born, and had slipped out to share a pot of tea with one of the night nurses while I rested.

My Mom is awesome, and I love her very much. I will always treasure that precious hour we shared together in the still of the night.


It’s never too early or too late for a cup of tea. Now is always the perfect time.
– jennsmidlifecrisis