My mom thinks it should be illegal for anyone's birthday to be midweek, and she basically refuses to acknowledge birthdays, especially her own, that fall on inconvenient days like a Tuesday. (My mom is a very practical woman, and Tuesday birthdays are just plain impractical when it comes to celebration.) We are celebrating on Saturday, but in the mean time, I want to say that I am very grateful for my mom.
Not only does she wash my dinner dishes (and I am one of those people whose kitchen explodes into a total disaster area when cooking), throw the football around with David, and do puzzle after puzzle with Mary, but she gives me hope...
...hope that one day I, too, might have
enormous reserves of patience
strong core muscles
and a really big SUV.
Actually, I can do without the really big SUV. (For the record, my mom does not drive a really big SUV, but we like to tease her that she does, since she is morally opposed to really big SUVs. This is why we love that David refers to my mom's sensibly-sized SUV as "Grandma Evie's monster truck." See what my mom has to put up with?)
I, however, feel that I have little hope of ever overcoming
a love of chocolate and
a deep and abiding need to be in the mountains.
Hmmm. I wish I could share chocolate in the mountains with my mom for her birthday. That would be perfect! (But I suppose lunch at The Corner Bakery will have to do.)
The weird thing about living with my mom is that we talk less now than we used to. My kids have turned this house upside down, and we're always rushing around trying to keep some sense of order in this household (or we're each alone collapsed on our beds with a book, trying to catch our breath).
So, Mom, in case we don't bump into each other for a while, I want to say thank you. And I love you.
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