Here at Move LifeStyle, we LOVE coffee, but our guest blogger Christina Holt
of Mommy Loves Coffee might love it even more…
Why do I love coffee? Boy, that’s a loaded question. Believe it or not, I haven’t always loved coffee. There was a time in my life that I didn’t even care for it. I didn’t understand it or why anyone would need it, let alone want it. As I ventured further into my 20s, I would drink an occasional chai tea latte (which is clearly not coffee) or satisfy my need to hold a warm paper cup from time to time with a decaf mocha or hot cocoa. But I never needed it to get me through a day. Who needs coffee?
I met my husband at the beginning of 2006. He was what you call a true coffee drinker. His habits and morning ritual were an all too familiar memory and reminded me of my mom growing up. She would literally snap at us if we looked at her the wrong way, let alone utter a word before she had her first sip of coffee.I remember thinking, “What’s the big deal? Why does someone need something so badly?” I remember thinking, “What’s the big deal? Why does someone need something so badly?” My younger sister and brothers and I would walk down the stairs in our pjs and stop momentarily – almost to confirm and communicate that the coast was clear. As we peered around the corner, the smell of coffee and visual confirmation of a mug in hand was our green light.
Fast forward many years later. My then-boyfriend had not only similar morning personality traits, but also a habit of frequenting a corner coffee shop every morning before work. Being the good girlfriend that I was, one morning I put the memories of sneaking about aside and gave in. I decided to see what all the hype was about. I ordered my first real latte. It was good, almost too sweet, but I still didn’t get it.
I really gave in to the temptation of the bean shortly after our son was born. I ended up marrying the coffee drinker and we had a baby on a cold day in November 2007. His genetics mixed with mine must have created something strong because during my pregnancy, I craved unhealthy amounts of black coffee. I indulged here and there, drinking half a cup when the cravings got the best of me, but I really gave in to the temptation of the bean shortly after our son was born.Between my husband’s daily influence and nonchalant views of coffee drinking, an extremely difficult pregnancy, the unexpected pregnancy craving and some postpartum blues, I was ready to treat myself to whatever sounded good. Coffee sounded good. And then I got it. And I still get it.
The smell of coffee in the wee hours of the morning gives me something to look forward to, especially after a rough night with one, or multiple, children. That first sip actually can change my mood in a matter of moments. (Even if it’s all in my head). I embrace it like it’s The smell of coffee in the wee hours of the morning gives me something to look forward to after a rough night. the last beverage on Earth simply because it makes me feel like less of a zombie. (Again, likely all in my head).
Now that I’m on baby number four, I totally understand why my mom acted the way she did. You know how moms have a way of sneaking in specific phrases when you’re talking about anything related to parenting? Usually to the tune of, “Just you wait until you have kids” or “What comes around goes around”? Yeah. That.
February is the month of love. We see it as an opportunity to create deeper connections with your loved ones and with anything that ignites a passion in your soul. We see it as a moment to appreciate the little everyday things that put a smile on your face. We see it as the chance to show yourself that hey, you’re pretty lovable and you deserve a little TLC, too. (And that’s always a good thing, no matter what month it is!)