A coffee shop is no place for a baby. Or a mom, for that matter.
Here I go again. With my baby in tow I thought it would be nice to spend some time at Starbucks this morning, sipping a latte, nursing my son and reading my devotional. But alas, there is no place to sit. There is no space for a stroller or even a carseat!
Everyone else in here is on there way to or from work. Everyone else in here is reading or discussing the front page news. Several people look to be doing something really serious on their laptops. They look at me like I’m the new kid in class. I’m different, foreign, I don’t belong here.
No one, not even the barista, paid a friendly glance to my baby. But when he started to make a noise [a happy noise I might add] I got a glance or two. In fact, I got the look…you know, the look that so plainly says 'get that fussy kid out of here.'
So I got my latte to go and now I'm sitting in my car in the parking lot nursing my baby and sipping my latte.
And this, my friend, is how the concept of Gorbella’s came to be.
