When our friends arrived from out of town, and they settled in, it was time to get ready for dinner.
I immediately gave their oldest daughter (who’s 6 years old) a job, as we walked to the front of the yard to where the daisies were. I handed her a small pair of scissors.
We cut Shasta Daisies while her sister and brother were off doing their own thing (as 4 year olds do).
It brought back memories of my childhood when I would go to my mom’s friend Dottie’s house, to spend the night.
She’d give me little jobs to do.
Besides my mom, that’s how I learned as a little girl about hospitality.
It wasn’t only my mom’s responsibility, it was up to her friends to be a part of our lives, too.
Being a part of each other’s lives sometimes takes a little creativity, sometimes not. Some of us are better at certain things than others, but if we just take what we’re each good at, think how we can make the world a better place!
Hospitality is about setting our agendas aside, and making others feel warm and welcome, in our own personal way.
I was happy to give this six year old a job, at her precious young age, of heading to the yard and picking flowers and herbs.
Explaining to her (can you imagine learning at the age of 6 that things don’t have to be perfect?) that a canning jar filled with water will work just fine.
You don’t have to have a fancy vase.
Any kind of arrangement made would be just right.
And perfect for our table.
To add taller plants in the middle and how to use herbs with the flowers.
And then she walked them outside to our dining area and put them on the table where she thought they should go.
A work of art, a lesson of hospitality, a sense of accomplishment, and something beautiful … all at the age of 6.
When is the last time you taught someone younger about the beautiful art of hospitality?