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Can a moment make a difference? The China Cup.





Royal Family Kids thinks so!  One of their very important values is "making moments matter."  

Can moments matter in the life of a child or in the life of a family?

My Mom and my Aunt were very much alone time growing up.  A home economics teacher made moments matter for each of them. 

This morning, my Aunt and I were visiting about our upcoming Royal Family Kids Camp and the tea cups and saucers she found and mailed.  

She reminisced about how she used to love going to this home economics teacher's house and was mesmerized with her beautiful things. 

 She said, "I couldn't believe she trusted me with her fine china.  She trusted me.  She thought I was capable."
I heard a little girl's heart's cry from my very capable, beautiful and sweet Aunt.  

I cried as I pictured my Aunt and my Mother touching a china cup and a saucer with the wide eyes of neglected children.

My Mom loves tea sets and china and I've teased her about her massive collection.  She has mini tea sets for the kids to play with.  
In fact, during a recent visit, one of her granddaughter used a china cup from her hutch and she dropped it and it broke.  Did she give her a plastic cup?  No.  


She gave her another china cup and told my niece, "you can do it."  She trusted her and found her capable!!!



 


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