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One of my fondest memories when I was little kid was asking mom to tell me stories of her childhood. I remember I used to bug her so much just for a story, I wanted to know everything about her, I wanted to know how she was when she was my age. Sometimes she would make me a cup of warm milk with a tad bit of coffee (I wanted to be all grown up and drink coffee) and we would sit by the dining table and had our little story time. I was always so amazed at her stories (my mom was an adventurer herself) and I always made mini movies of it in my head, I loved it.
Compared to my mom I’m quite the angel, my mom grew up in a little ranch in Mexico in a house that was part of my grandma’s dowry, that house was to be witness of many, many things over the years. My mom was the most daring of all her siblings, she would climb trees for fruits, she would take off whenever my grandpa punished her and she would go to the coast where my great grandparents lived, all on her own.
My mom has always had that strong spirit, she’s always doing something ever since she was a kid. Whenever we go visit my aunt, I ask my aunt for stories too and anyone else who knew my mom tells me the same: “Your mother is a woman of strong will, stubborn, and amazing”. I joke around with her that I wasn’t nearly as crazy as she was, she says times are different. Imagine if I had done all the crazy things like take off on my own at a young age to go with my great grandparents? She probably would’ve disowned me!
I remember my mom telling me stories of her when she lived in the coast with my great grandparents for the summers. Her stories of swimming in the ocean with her cousins, or catching mussels with her toes. Mom in some ways has changed, shes a bit more reserved, less adventurous now. I don’t know if its because that’s what growing up does to people. What hasn’t changed is my love for those stories, even if I have heard them before. I may not be a little kid anymore, I may still not drink my warm cup of milk with my tad bit of coffee (since I drink coffee now hehehe) but siting around with her to listen to stories is something I will always love. Seriously, there’s no better story telling than when its about your origins, your ancestry, the people you love.
Smile, because there are some things you will always love.
Earlier in the week I decided to go for a walk, mostly to clear my mind up from everything that has been going on in my life lately. I realized how little we appreciate the feel of sweat. Yeah thats right, sweating. Its a nice feeling, makes me feel like I’m actually doing something. It was a long walk and felt longer because it had been nearly two weeks since I had last gone for my walk. I took it rather slow, taking in the sights, the smells, the noises of the semi-busy streets. It was lovely.
On my way back home I decided to stop to grab a cup of coffee, it was early in the morning and I figured what better way to continue my morning than with a nice cup of joe! So there I was doing my coffee ritual, still thinking of thoughts that lingered my mind, minding my own business. When I reached the counter to pay for my coffee the cashier guy tells me that the guy in front of me had paid for my coffee. By the time I realized what had happened the guy was already getting in his car, and I figured there was no point in running to catch up to him to thank him, so random stranger Thank You!
I thought it was a very nice random act of kindness, selfless too. Most intriguing since he wasn’t the kind of person to wait around for a thank you or asked for anything in return. See, now that is something very admirable. I wish I had returned the favor to have done that to at least someone else but no one else was at the store at the time. One day I’ll return the favor, I feel like its my turn to pass on that random act of kindness, and that makes me wonder how far that act can go? Its the little things that count, the selfless acts of good, think about it. One little act at a time can not only make someone’s day (because it definitely made mine) but can make a big difference overall.
Smile, share a random act of kindness with someone.
When I was little coffee was forbidden to me, I was even told it was disgusting and that little kids were not to have any. I accepted that only a few people could drink coffee and I thought that those people were the “cool people”. That was back in the day a couple years ago. Then I started college and the amount of work started to pile up on my desk, the number or pages to be read and the number or projects to be worked on were greater than anything I had ever had. I would go nights without sleeping, actually Saturdays were my sleeping days, my breaks were in between reading assignments, dinner was usually on top of a book or two. That was when I was a freshman, over the months I learned how to balance my life out a bit more and the piles of work didn’t seem as bad as before. But it was during one of those freshman days that my mom seeing me on the verge of using a book as a pillow brought me a cup of coffee. That’s when it all started.
I understand that many people think coffee is bad, and I agree to a certain extent. Having coffee in moderation is not so bad. I drink coffee not because of its effects but for its flavor, it’s instant aroma. To many people a cup of coffee is just like another cup of coffee. To me each cup is different and unique in its way. It varies by the person who makes it, ingredients used, the type of bean, the process, timing, there is just so much to one single cup of coffee that makes it special.
A cup of coffee can taste different depending on the time of day and your mood as well. To me drinking coffee is an art, a time of appreciation of the little things that life has to offer. When I have a cup of coffee I like to appreciate the moment, to take in every sip slowly, savoring the moment, enhancing the flavors and aromas many people take for granted. I love coffee, because every cup is like the very first cup, fresh and new.
Smile, take a moment to appreciate something you enjoy.