Last Sunday was Easter Sunday. On that Sunday we had some family and fiends over to celebrate Easter. Just like every Easter Sunday for the last oh I don’t know maybe 6 years I used the good China plates my mom gave to me. These are not your every day plates, rather special occasion plates. At least as far as I am concerned they are.
Last Monday as I was drying these plates, after they were washed I stopped for a minute. I took a good look at these plates that my mom gave to me. They had a special place in my heart. As I kept looking at them I realized the flower is a pink rose with a gray stem. As I stared at them for a little bit longer I realized that flower with its stem are my two favorite colors. I absolutely love the colors pink and gray. I even made sure my blogs colors were pink and gray. I started to feel like these plates were made for me. Yes, they were my mom’s first. There is something about these plates though that have my name written all over them. Not literally obviously.
When I started to put these plates away I made sure I was very careful with them. They have a 
very special meaning to me.
I have always loved these plates. growing up I would always admire them. I would think how nice it would be to have a set of China ware like these. Even better to have my mom’s China ware. Growing up I can remember telling my mom how much I loved her plates. I don’t think either one of us thought much about it, just that I really liked them.
I remember on one of my families trips down to Brooklyn to see my parents, my mom and I were in their room that had her China ware. I looked at them and I remember saying to her how much I always loved them. Right there and then my mom said to me “Why don’t you take them home with you?” I couldn’t believe my ears! Before I agreed to this I asked her if she was sure about that. She told me she never uses them anymore and she knew how much I loved them. She told me she knew I would put them to good use.
There was this pride in my moms eyes that day. I could see it. I’m not sure what it was for. Maybe because she was giving her Good set of China wear to her daughter. Maybe she really did know I would take good care of them and remember her every time I used those dishes.
I take great pride in these dishes my mom gave to me. These good China dishes that I use every Easter and Christmas Day. These dishes that remind me so much of my mom who I miss so very much. I hope one day I will have the privilege of handing them down to one of my two daughters. I hope which ever of my two daughters I hand them down to will love them as much as I do. I hope that daughter will cherish these dishes as much as I do. I hope that daughter will remember all the Easter’s and Christmas Days that these dishes were used on.
I am truly thankful for these dishes, the good memories they have given me and most of all for the mother who gave them to me. My mother!
