Hello, coffee lovers around the world ☕.
I really like this week's prompt. I recently went to a coffee shop with my children and my husband, as we were on vacation. And right there, while we were waiting for our service, I started watching my children chatting.
The first thing that came to mind was how grown up they were. Even though in my mind they're still babies I used to carry in my arms, they're not anymore.
They're almost two men now, talking about sports, outings, girls, and anything else, different from the usual conversations they had years ago when they were still little kids.
I remembered, with a touch of sadness, when I wanted to buy them a toy car. My husband stopped me, telling me that wasn't a gift appropriate for the city anymore. Even though it annoyed me, I knew he was right, and the proof was right there in front of me.
Now they are two tall, handsome young men. They no longer have the boyish faces they once did. A few wisps of beard give them away. Their tastes have changed: now they like coffee.
And that's what I was thinking about that day, all around me, so tall, so handsome, so grown up. Part of me feels immense pride and pleasure in having raised these two impressive and talented young men. But the other part is afraid of letting them go beyond the reach of my protection and a mother's warmth.
However, pride wins. I've raised them very well, and they are ready to face their future with every weapon at their disposal.
However, it's inevitable that, even when I see the truth, even when they're ready, even when years pass and they have their own children, they will always be my little ones, my babies to hold in my arms.
