Friday I decide to leave to go visit with my girlfriend for the weekend. Before I leave, I have to do all of my mother, wife, caretaker duties. Heaven forbid these guys have to go to the grocery store while I'm away. Hubby knows that I need my space...I need a break, so begrudgingly he agrees to let me go. He tries to put up a mild protest, "But it's the weekend and I'm leaving next week."
"Yeah, well I was here all of last weekend. What did we do together? Nada! You and Blue went on 2 dates. You and I...zero!"
They all want me here because I am their comfort zone. Most of all, I am the food lady. They see me and all of a sudden it's, "What's for breakfast? What's for lunch? Is there any coffee? What am I supposed to eat?" I'm like -do I have the word "Food" written across my forehead?
Almost every working day, especially when my husband is working from home...I bring him a cup of coffee in the morning. He gets up and goes straight to the computer and the phone. There's no time to walk down the stairs and grab a little breakfast. At a minimum I bring him a cup of coffee, sometimes a danish, a granola bar, and if I'm in a really good mood --eggs, and toast.
There are days when I am laying in bed, usually on my laptop wishing that someone would bring ME a cup of coffee. It never happens. On Mother's Day this year, I finally get my wish. My mother makes the coffee. My husband brings me a cup. The coffee is in a huge, heavy, beer mug. It is the kind of cup that he uses. I'm grateful for the gesture but...have you EVER seen me poor a cup of coffee for myself in a huge mug like this? I know exactly how you like your coffee. Why don't you know how I like mine?
On Friday, as I am preparing to leave for my trip to Houston, I'm at the grocery store picking up everyone's list of food. I'm in the produce isle, my cell phone buzzes. It's a text message from Hubby. "Are you still at the store?"
I reply, "Yes."
"Would you like some company?"
He shows up just in time as I'm on the water isle. I am smiling like a school girl, so touched by this gesture. He hates the grocery store. He hates pushing the cart. He usually refuses to get one. If he can't carry it in his hands or a handheld basket, he won't get it. I give him a big kiss in the middle of the isle. He lifts the heavy box of water into my cart. I am smiling ear to ear.
This simple gift from the man that I love is the cream in my coffee.
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Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Cream in my Coffee
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Adelaide Dupont · 285 weeks ago
And for those of us who knew and appreciated these points in high school to a greater or lesser extent - always good to have a refresher and feel them through the current and future generations who we survived to be able to see.
I especially appreciated points 5, 7 and 10.
And young women not settling or settling down yet is a good thing.
"It's never too late to live our dreams" - but it may be too early for some of them!
And 8 of course.
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Maira L. Coral · 216 weeks ago
I was looking for information for my Multi-Genre Disability Research Project from my Early Childhood Special Education class on the web, when suddenly I came across your blog. I started reading this out of curiosity and I want to tell you that as you said yourself, you will not be Amanda Gorman, but you managed to make me shed some tears, perhaps because I felt totally identified with your words, especially in the part that you speak of your son. My son also has Asperger's syndrome, he is 19 years old and he is in the second semester of College. Also like yours, he takes classes from home, likewise my eldest daughter is also taking college classes from her room. At the same time, that I work as a preschool teacher from my kitchen through a computer, my husband sleeps in the room during the day because he works at night. Also in the afternoons I myself take virtual school classes. I am a 51-year-old Latin woman who began to learn the English language as adult, so maybe you find some deficiencies in my writing, however, I was very moved by how proud you express yourself about your son. Referent your mother, I liked the humorous tone that you give when your talk about her, so I did not want to miss this opportunity and stopped my assignments for a moment to let you know that your words do make a difference, since they reach the heart of at least those who have opportunity to read you. I want confess you that is the most long I have written to someone I don't know, because your words inspired me, thank you...
Gavin Bollard · 209 weeks ago
Thanks for this post. I've been very distracted of late and so this was how I found out about our friend Kate. Kate's struggles were very real but they were so constant and so wide-ranging that it was difficult for people around her to address them. I think it's going to take a while longer for me to process all this.
I learned so much from Kate because she was always quick to point out the many injustices in the world. In her glory days, she was very much a crusader and she cared for everyone. Over the years, as her situation took its toll, I came to realise that it was the fact that she couldn't be put in a single specific category, that made the system fail her. She needed help that they weren't set up to provide.
She needed more care and she needed to be less alone. I'm so sorry that this has happened.
For a long while we were corresponding almost every day but a couple of months ago, I realised that she had become so stressed that nearly every interaction I had with her was starting to trigger her. I backed away to give her a bit more space. She only had a little time that she could stand to be online and there were too many things that she wanted to do in that time. I thought that by taking a step back, she could reach out to more people who might be geographically closer and able to assist.
Kate was a beautiful soul and she will be sorely missed by all of us.
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Spoil your cat · 122 weeks ago
Many of these living arrangement aren't good, and many of the people who run those places really don't have the residents' best interest at heart. Those places are like old age homes and foster homes, where you sometimes hear horror stories. They're hard to trust. But then there are good ones, of course.
The best thing for an autistic adult is either to go on living at home or working and renting an apartment and living independently, but that isn't always an option.
Duncan · 112 weeks ago