Mother - Special Friend - Daughter Coffee

Mother - Special Friend - Daughter Coffee

Harpeth Hall students and their mothers or special friends gathered together on October 18 for the Mother - Special Friend - Daughter Coffee. Special thanks to the exceptional co-chairs, Kerry Wilson and Meredith Griffith, who planned the event and program with our Upper School office. Armistead Lemon, Upper School Director, welcomed and kicked-off the event by introducing the keynote speaker, Zee Pendleton.

Mrs. Pendleton is the mother of three Harpeth Hall graduates, Bitsy Pendleton '17, Margaret Anne '12, and Lia '10. She is also the Director of St. George's Kindergarten Program. Mrs. Pendleton shared her reflections on her 15 years as a Harpeth Hall parent and what Harpeth Hall has meant to her family.

"The real reason for sending our girls to Harpeth Hall is the environment. They are surrounded by people whose goal is to see them succeed," Pendleton said. "Harpeth Hall has been a milestone and a cornerstone in our lives," she added.

She shared many humorous and heartfelt memories and closed her remarks with the following advice for the mothers in the room, "Moms, allow your girls the freedom to make mistakes. It's hard, but they'll be fine."

Mrs. Pendleton's speech can be found here, and video the full program can be found here. You can also enjoy the remarks of our student speakers, Caroline Ryan '18 and Maggie Sullivan '20, as well as performances by the Upper School Orchestra and Harpeth Hall's a cappella group, the Rolling Tones.

Photos from the event can be found here.

The following two student poems were included in the program:

"Hello Lighthouse"

By Sunni Luo, Class of 2018

I speak truthfully like how you have taught me

When I say you hold my life in your hands.

Your hands that wear gloves, pipette, and give hugs,

Your hands that hold mine in all my mistakes,

Your hands that I run to when I am lost.

I speak truthfully like how you have taught me

When I say you're the lighthouse I return to.


"For My Mother"

By Lindsey Ross, Class of 2018

Curly hair is my mother.

Her chestnut twists always have volume

They stay strong,

Never losing shape.

The tight coils are always there for her.

They may change and grow,

They absorb all secrets.

Her curls are calm,

Yet wild.

Sometimes they tangle,

But she always gets out the knots

I too have curly hair,

One day,

I hope my curls look like hers.