No strict definitions about what a MOM is here, either. You could be doggie/cat/pet mommy. You could even write about your own Mom. Anything really, it's a post dedicated to finding the common threads that weave us all together. I know, cliche - but it's this "type" of coffee that gets me going sometimes!
So if you'd like to join, just copy the above pic or the below text and blog right along.
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If you don't have a blog, but would like to partake in the coffee talk - then email me and I'll post it on mine :)
To start us off, I’d like to share the following cup…
A short little snippet about my own Mama, isn't she just so cute?
Long story short - my parents were both factory workers and had to put in some long hours to pay for our house (in a “non-hood” part of town so we could go to a good school) and to put food on our table. She would get up before 5 M-F to be at work by 6:30 AM - she's always been a stickler for being on time. Sadly, this is a trait that was not inherited.
When I got to high school, it became apparent that I needed braces. An orthodontist in El Paso was out of the question, so we headed south to our sister city in Juarez to save some money. The only catch, appointments were on Saturday mornings and we had to make the trip to be there by 7 AM. Otherwise, we’d run the risk of not being home until evening time.
To make it worse, we had to deal with the line coming back. This was an all day affair sometimes - not once do I remember her complaining. Not once.
After a long week of going to work, keeping up our home and on her day off, she would choose to drag me to my appointments with the patience of a saint. Blessed does not even begin to describe how lucky I am to call her my Mama.
I hope you guys enjoyed this little cup and I hope you blog along too!
Oh snap, past my tech cut-off time.
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