My mom always told me I’d know I was a mother when I was willing to eat cold eggs. I only recently truly grew to appreciate the smile that accompanied her words.
The day I found myself nursing a regular-sized cup of coffee for a full five hours, I knew I’d reached my “mom” moment. Something greater than my coffee existed, but my need for caffeine persisted. That afternoon, I realized I needed to create lunch, and found my breakfast from that morning still on the counter. Was it from that morning? Had I even made these eggs? Whatever, they were here, I was here, and the baby was distracted. So I ate. They probably would have benefitted from some ketchup, but they weren’t in dire need of fixing. I was eating for sustenance, not enjoyment. A hangry (hungry+angry) mama is not the kind of mama I needed to be. And so the cold eggs were eaten. The lukewarm coffee was finished. My life didn’t end, and I didn’t get food poisoning.
It’s a picture of necessity over desire.
These days, less cold eggs are consumed, but more cold coffee is sipped. I forget it in the microwave, or leave it in a random spot where I hopefully discover it on that same day.
I made a mistake when I listened to my mom, though. I thought cold eggs and coffee were the just the signs of an exhausted parent. But they’re really evidence of a greater cause in our lives that pushes us away from the normal and into the amazing. We’ve got things to do, places to go and Purpose is not going to wait for us to sip that steaming cup of lovely warm beverage. Purpose won’t always wait for us to clean the dishes, or finish reading.
If you’re drinking cold coffee, chances are you’ve got someplace more important to be right now, something you’ve got to do. Why aren’t you doing it? My room temp cup is sitting next to me as I pound out these last few words, grab a feature photo and pop this online, because I have a short person who needs her mac and cheese, and the laundry needs folding. Because once I do that, I’ll be able to focus on writing the stories I’m hoping she’ll read someday. Stories that I pray will make a difference in at least one person’s life.
Writing, studying, cuddling someone you love, or walking out that door to that meeting you don’t really want to attend. They’re all decent reasons to have cold coffee, if they will make you the person you need to be. Aside from grabbing a Yeti cup to take with you, there’s nothing else I’d advise you to do.