Monday, December 7, 2009

The Apple Doesn't Fall Far

I just have time for a drive-by posting, but I had such a special moment today with my son. It was worth posting.
I have him all to myself on Mondays for about an hour while Emma has a club meeting after school.
Today, I had a massive headache. A pupils-are-tiny-and-my-whole-self-feels-squinty headache. I even called Chris to see if he'd slipped me a cup of decaf this morning (sometimes he does that without telling me).
But he hadn't. It had been my regular cup of joe.
A Starbucks run was in order if I was to make it through the rest of the afternoon.
I picked up Drew and told him where we were headed. I also told him that I was on a tight budget, but I wanted to get him a little something - no frappuccinos or anything crazy and $10-ish like that. I suggested a tall hot chocolate.
He said he'd like a cup of coffee instead.
Just like that.
I was a little stunned, but decided to go with it.
"What, just black coffee?" I asked.
"No, mooooomm. (eye roll)"
"Oh. Cream and sugar, then?"
"Yeah. But, do they have anything else? Any flavored coffee?"

I told him about the bountiful array of syrups. He was pretty into it at that point.
So, we went in and I helped him order his first cup of real coffee at Starbucks.

I started drinking coffee at a much younger age than he. I think I was about 8. At the same time, I remember the grown-up feeling of sharing that ritual with other people.

It was small, but it was special.

My best guy and me.

Daily Bliss: Licking out the cookie dough bowl
Wake-Up Playlist: Canticle of Mary (Ames & Leaman)


claibornes corner said...

Man, that was sweet!!!

Mary said...

That's so cool.

Liz said...

So very sweet. I miss coffee. :)

Thank you for your prayers yesterday. God bless you.

Amy said...

That is so cool. It's the kind of story that makes you feel all warm inside. Halle shares my coffee with me in the mornings. Sometimes she gulps it, I'm a little concerned about that. When she asks for her own coffee I put a little bit of coffee and a ton of cream but she won't drink it and says it's disgusting...I definitely have a coffee drinker on my hands too.

60ish and Glad said...

Hmm - your coffee was really coffee-flavored milk - but you - all on your own- moved away from the milk until you had grown up coffee of your own about his age. Pretty cute.