Coffee Mom

Coffee. Or, as my kids refer to it, mommy fuel.  It is how I start every morning, and without it, one may not want to talk to me.  No, it’s not a magic elixir that guarantees a perfectly executed day. But there’s something about inhaling the aromatics of the coffee as it percolates that has me anticipating the first sip. 

I can’t wait to hold that creamy, hot latte with a dash of cinnamon; it warms my soul and perks up my sleepy eyes. Always a great start to my morning. 

Today 6:00 am came too soon. Shouting across the house for the boys to stop fighting and get ready for school, I quickly reached in the cabinet for a mug and let out a chuckle.  The Mug read, “OMG my mother was right about everything.” 

I can remember a time where my mom was “wrong about all things,” “She didn’t understand,” and when I grew up, I was going to “do it better.” Well, if that’s not funny, I am not sure what it is.  I find myself repeating the same lines that were said to me. 

 “Clean your room…you don’t have slaves.”

“Did you do your homework?”

 “No, you are not staying over anyone’s house I don’t know.” 

Oh, and shocker. My kids say the same thing, “but mom, you don’t understand…”

Listen, ladies; we won’t be perfect parents, so don’t kill yourselves trying.  Kids are not born with instructions on their toes.  We will make our fair share of mistakes, so give yourself a little grace.   

One day our children will be grown men or women, and when that day comes, we will hear –

“Wow, mom, you were right!”

Our wisdom will be received and valued.

For now, we must roll with the punches. 

I will continue to listen to my children’s complaints echo through the halls knowing that this season won’t last forever.

“Boys, this is the last time I am going to say it…sign in and be ready for school.”

Then reaching for my phone, I decided to call my mom.