My doctor made the recommendation that I forego my afternoon cup of coffee. Something about energy and crashing and sugar and I-don’t-know-what-else-because-I-stopped-listening.
Listen, buddy, that coffee is everything to me.
It is the bridge between instructional coach and mom, where I am neither of those things. It is a quiet car ride home, the steam rising from the top of the Styrofoam mug. It is a few warm sips while I chat with old friends on Voxer. It is a couple of silent minutes in the parking lot of the daycare. It is just me and my coffee and a few deep breaths before the tumble of homework and dinner and bath time and bed time. It is a Mommy, I missed you and you smell like coffee hug when my little Katiebug runs into my arms. It is I missed you too, Katie. So much. It is one hand around the cup, the other in Maddie’s hand as I listen to her day and hope she never stops talking to me like this. It is the day is almost over and tomorrow I can do it again.
It is everything.
Not gonna happen, buddy. Not gonna happen.