Caffeinated Chaos & Grace: How I Survive Motherhood One Sip at a Time

Coffee, Humor, and Grace: The Trio That Holds Me Together

Some mornings start with birdsong, peaceful Bible time, and kids who wake up smiling.

Most mornings start with spilled milk, a missing shoe, and someone crying because their toast is “too toasty.” Enter: coffee.

Coffee is the warm hug I give myself before the day officially begins. It doesn’t just wake me up—it reminds me that something good is brewing, even when the house is a mess and my patience is still asleep. (This cute glass mug with a lid and straw from Amazon makes even reheated coffee feel fancy. Bonus: it helps me feel like I’ve got my life together.)

And when the chaos rolls in (as it always does), humor comes right alongside it. Humor is grace with a grin. It’s the ability to laugh at the mountain of laundry, the glitter explosion in the craft bin, and the fact that you just found a chicken nugget in your purse. (True story. I now keep these natural cleaning wipes in my bag for all “mystery messes.” Highly recommend.)

And grace—sweet, undeserved, soul-filling grace—is the thread that ties it all together. Grace for ourselves when we lose our temper. Grace for our kids when they spill the coffee again. Grace that reminds us perfection isn’t the goal—presence is. (One thing that helps me stay grounded? This daily devotional for moms—just one page a day, and it helps reset my heart when things feel sideways.)

So around here, we pour coffee, sprinkle in humor, and cover it all with grace. Whether it’s 6 a.m. or 6 p.m., those three things have a way of bringing people together, lifting tired spirits, and turning a regular Tuesday into something sacred.

And if all else fails, pour another cup.