Homemaking Pains: Making the Coffee

My husband is spoiled, but it is not by my hand. My mother is the culprit.
You see whenever we go to my parent’s house mom always prepares his coffee for the morning. She does this for my father too. In fact she goes as far as to make two separate types of coffees in different pots. One for my husband and one for my dad. She does this because Chris doesn’t like the strong flavor of my fathers brew. So in an effort to please both men, she goes this extra mile.

Sure, this was cute when we we’re courting, but that was before we lived together. When I moved in after the wedding Chris asked me to look for a new coffeemaker. Being a good Christian Wife that I am I obliged and went to my favorite product search site. They recommended the Cuisinart Brew Central DCC-1200. It had high ratings everywhere so I ordered it. When it arrived I set it up and brewed a test cup. We both loved it! Then out of nowhere I heard,

I didn’t have a problem with setting the coffee up, but I was fearful of it. My mother had set the bar very high a she lays out:

Was I supposed to make this giant leap so soon? After all I had just started going to bed at a decent hour. Trying to remember a final chore every night was not something I looked forward to. For a woman who shuns the idea of schedules, I knew that this little task would be my Achilles heel. As insignificant as it seems the coffee making is a challenge

So here I am the crossroads of married and single life, yet again. The single me never had to take on a responsibility that would benefit the day of another person. The single me made coffee when I felt like it and more often than not ended up in the Starbucks line. The single me did not see this as being something important to do.

However, I realized how much his coffee being ready meant to him when I forgot to do it for a couple of days. He quietly made it for himself and never said a word. As I watched him rinse out the coffee debris from the day before, I knew I had done a bad thing. This chore was a low priority to me, but it was high for him. I devalued a need of his and I felt guilty. Some women might say,

He did make it! But that is not the attitude a wife, especially a Christian, one should have. That mindset is neither godly, loving or kind. I bet if the President or a boss asked for coffee every morning I would do it. So why was it so easy to not do this small thing for the man I love? He is after all the one whom I promised to love, trust, respect, and (gulp) obey. Needless to say I have purposed to make the coffee every night, come hell or high water. It may not be a huge gesture of love, but it is a small one that makes a big impression on his heart.

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