In a small town diner, or when visiting with a close friend/neighbor, you may get asked how you want your coffee. My response is always that of a regular coffee with skim milk added so that it appears a certain tanish color. I prefer this to lattes or any other kind of coffee. But, the color must be just right. There is a reason for this. I didn’t figure it out until I was in one of my therapy sessions. You may wonder what this reason is. The reason: It was exactly how my mother took her coffee.
When I was younger, I would make my mother coffee on Christmas morning so that we could open presents faster. I would watch her make coffee as she laid down breakfast in front of me every morning. It was always the same color. The color I take it now. I came to realize that there is a comfort of me taking my coffee this way. Not only do I like the taste of it, but I feel wrapped up in warm memories of my mother whenever I pour the milk in and watch it change to the right tan color. The memories engulf me like a warm embrace when I take the first sip and cherish it. I start my morning with this type of coffee every day and I have come to realize that this is sort of my “mother” time of the day. It’s a little thing that reminds me of my mother. Reminds me of comfort. It reminds me of her and her great love she had for us, her children. Therefore, the way I take my coffee means the world to me and I could never give it up. Sometimes the littlest memories of our loved ones are the ones that are cherished the most.