Waking up at Mozarts Coffee
It is impossible to know what this whole "Waking Up" series will become.
Emiliana's fever finally broke and I thought "Wouldn't it be lovely to just sit on a blanket, her and I, as the sun rises over Barton Springs? Watch those swimmers that have come for 20+ years??" When Emilia was a baby I loved taking her, we'd laid out a blanket and picnic. So I planned to be out the door by 6am. Planned. We packed the car, made it out the door by 6:30am and as we're walking up to Barton Springs, gear and blankets and books in tow, she looks me in the eye and says "Mama, I don't want to go." This girl LOVES water so the next best option would have to do: hang low somewhere close by. That wasn't my intent. I wanted to go to Barton Springs. Children teach you first and foremost that you have absolutely no control, over them or their reaction to the events. When they throw fits or don't like the agenda you have two options: stomp your feet too, raise your voice and see who wins, OR genuinely listen to them, get down to their level and, as a thinking, feeling, heart-filled individual you can try to understand their perspective. (Perhaps no different than how to treat a co-worker, housemate, or spouse? :)
I only held my breath that Mozarts would suffice.
I don't remember the first time I came to Mozarts but it feels like the first time, every time, I love this place so. No doubt because it is by the water. It's simple. Picnic tables outside and inside. They've done renovations to the inside and now even carry Amy's Ice Cream. We shared a bagel and I got my two half- caff shots of espresso with a pump of mocha (while salivating over the delicious pastry and cake-filled cases). From the books and paper we brought, we learned all about the letter "D" big D, little d, dogs and ducks. It's been so inspiring watching Emilia's eagerness to learn. It's even more fun to get down to her level and examine the little speck of a leaf she'll find or the "xo" etched on the table...
Trying to find the perfection, even in the "Plan B".
