Cold Coffee: A Parent’s Lament…


Good Morning, my darling.

It’s been too many hours since we were last together.

As I hold you close and feel your warmth, I can’t help but lean my head down and take a deep breath of your heavenly scent.

These moments together are so sweet and precious.

I can’t remember what my life was like before you were in it.

As I drink in every second we are together, I am so filled with hope and promise for the day ahead.

You, Hot Coffee, you are a beautiful rarity; something to be cherished.

So many times I’ve let our relationship grow cold.

I’ve left you sitting there, with your cream, sugar, and a touch of cinnamon, and haven’t come back until all the heat has escaped.

I’m not here to make excuses.

I suppose it could be argued I could make time for you if I really wanted.

Sure, I try to warm you back up.

How many times have you sat there after the third trip through the microwave without so much as two sips?

I think I’m fooling myself more than I’m fooling you.

I have a baby now.  Things have changed.

He KNOWS when I’m with you.

He knows.

And he doesn’t like it.

He won’t stand to have my attention and affection split.

He sees me looking at you.


Eyes wide with promise.

He sees how my mood and countenance changes when I am with you.

He watches and waits.

Just when I am about to take my first sip….

He falls and hits his head.

He needs a diaper change.

He is hungry.

He wants to play.

Anything he can do to take my attention from you.

I see it in his eyes.

He knows he has won.

He knows.

Remember the days when we had all the time in the world together?  Not only did I get to drink you while you were still hot, but I got to come back again and again for more.

Some may say I didn’t appreciate what I had back then, when we had all that time together, but I know I did.  I know I appreciated that time with you.

These days we’re lucky to get a few hot minutes together.

But oh…when we do.




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