I love coffee. I crave it as soon as I wake up. Sometimes, I even think about it before I go to bed as I’m brushing my teeth and get excited because I know I am that much closer to having coffee. I’m not one of those, “Don’t talk to me before I have my coffee” types of people but I certainly savor that first cup in the morning. It's amazing how day after day, it never gets old.
After I moved back to Syracuse in 2013, my mom and I had a special bond over coffee. Before I started working as a video journalist, I was doing a lot of writing that would last late into the night. I’d be going to bed as my Dad was getting up and I’d usually wake up late and there was always fresh coffee in a thermos waiting for me that either she or my Dad had made.
Before I would pour a cup, I would step outside and that’s where I’d see my mom. In the summer, she was usually outside, watering the plants, clipping coupons or something like that. I’d look at her and say, “Hey Mom, Do you know what time it is???” She would always play along. She’d shrug and say, “No, I don’t… What time is it, Matt?” After that, I would look at her with a smile, glance at my imaginary watch and proceed to say, “It’s coffee time!” My Dad got in on the joke, too and this was a daily thing that always made us laugh. After this, we’d usually sit outside with coffee for a few minutes and we did this almost every day.
After I moved back to Syracuse in 2013, my mom and I had a special bond over coffee. Before I started working as a video journalist, I was doing a lot of writing that would last late into the night. I’d be going to bed as my Dad was getting up and I’d usually wake up late and there was always fresh coffee in a thermos waiting for me that either she or my Dad had made.
Before I would pour a cup, I would step outside and that’s where I’d see my mom. In the summer, she was usually outside, watering the plants, clipping coupons or something like that. I’d look at her and say, “Hey Mom, Do you know what time it is???” She would always play along. She’d shrug and say, “No, I don’t… What time is it, Matt?” After that, I would look at her with a smile, glance at my imaginary watch and proceed to say, “It’s coffee time!” My Dad got in on the joke, too and this was a daily thing that always made us laugh. After this, we’d usually sit outside with coffee for a few minutes and we did this almost every day.
“Coffee Time” got to be such a thing that one time, she even put a note on the clock, that said “It's coffee time.”
It's funny how such a small thing like a note and a cup of coffee hold such a special place in my memory. Throughout that summer, I started many days just sitting outside at the picnic table with a cup of coffee in my hand and it was because of my mom that my days started with a smile.
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