60: Coffee with Gran

60: Coffee with Gran

From Chicken Soup for the Soul: Best Mom Ever!

Coffee with Gran

Grandmothers always have time to talk and make you feel special.

~Catherine Pulsifer

The smell of coffee always brings me back to my grandmother’s house. As a young, free-spirited child, I spent many weekends at her house. Fall, winter, spring, summer, I was there. She lived right across the river, so we would sometimes take the ferry to get to her house.

I enjoyed her way of living, which was simple and laid-back. She was a phenomenal painter so we often painted ceramics at her house. We also spent many days sitting on her patio, talking about life and the latest story I’d written. She was very supportive of my writing, telling me I had talent.

I remember one winter morning I woke up freezing, the floor as cold as ice. I put my slippers on, wrapped a blanket around myself, grabbed my Scooby-Doo stuffed animal, and dreamily made my way to the kitchen, following that coffee smell. Gran was fixing the usual breakfast: grits with cheese, buttered toast and, of course, a hot cup of coffee. I always felt safe there.

“Good morning, sweetie, want some breakfast?” she asked, as I plopped down in the chair at the table. As I ate breakfast and enjoyed my coffee with lots of milk, Gran drank cup after cup of coffee as well.

“So, how is the writing going, sweetie?” she asked, as we sat at the table after we finished eating breakfast.

“I stopped writing that story.” I replied as I pulled my blanket closer to me, pouting.

“Why did you stop? You were working so hard on it.”

“I don’t know… I don’t think I can do it.” I said, my voice low and my eyes down.

“Honey… you have a talent for storytelling. That I know. I don’t think you should give up. You can write, Paige. You have a great way with words, always have,” Gran said. I looked up and met her eyes.

“You think so?”

“I know so. Please don’t give up, Paige.”

“Okay, I won’t give up.” I smiled.

“That’s my sweet girl,” Gran said, a smile on her face.

A lot of our conversations were over a cup of coffee. And we still meet for coffee and talk. I took Gran’s advice and never stopped writing, and she is still my motivation. She taught me to never give up on my dreams. Writing is a part of me now. And while I’m writing, there is always a cup of coffee next to me.

~Paige N. Holmes

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