A month ago:
On my last visit with Mother, she chose the topic: relive my life to me – memories from before I even knew to smile at her love words.
She chided me about the mud-puddle splashed, blue satin party dress she had labored over for that special occasion. Oh, dear!
We laughed together about those atrocious, resin formed, button earrings with gold stars inside that she kept in her jewelry box “for just the right occasion.” The same little girl who was bold enough to go by herself into Ben Franklin to purchase those gems had to be retrieved late at night when she changed her mind about a sleepover.
Due to illness on my 7th birthday, no laughing little girls could share cake and ice cream, so she invited my brood of dolls to sit around the table, dressed for the party, and made certain each one had a little gift for the birthday girl.
We chose to remember fondly the days I shared her home and her arms… as a floundering adolescent, a shy teen, and a searching young woman.
My favorite memory was of the night Mother and I sneaked outside into the backyard to turn cartwheels in the moonlight!
Fifty-six years ago I rose before dawn to bake her a cake. She found the pieces in the trash on her birthday morning. It was a real beauty…until I dropped it.
And today is another birthday…her 96th. God willing, we will have more memories to share.
Happy Birthday, Mom! I love you!
“Strength and honor are her clothing; She shall rejoice in time to come. She opens her mouth with wisdom, and on her tongue is the law of kindness. She watches over the ways of her household, and does not eat the bread of idleness. Her children rise up and call her blessed…” Proverbs 31:25-28a. NKJV