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.
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