Today is a very special day.
Today is my mom’s 77th birthday.
Oy, is she going to friggin’ kill me for letting you all know how old she is. But too bad, Ma, you deserve to have everyone wish you a happy, happy day.
I thought it would be a nice gift to share you with the internet – don’t worry, I bought you something too.
Internet, meet my mom. Mom, meet the internet. Don’t worry Mom, for the most part they are very nice people.
Ok here goes…
It is hard to put into words how special my mother is. Growing up she was the ultimate mom. She has taught me, by example, what it truly means to be a parent. She rarely lost her cool (except that thing she did with her lips when we really pissed her off). Our ultimate cheerleader, we were raised to believe we could accomplish anything we set our hearts and minds to. Now my brother, he was a peace of cake to raise. Me, well, if you have been reading this blog, do the math.
Her home was – and still is – always perfect. Growing up I had no idea a house could get dirty. (oh boy, did I learn differently when I had my own place). And she always had the most awesome ‘goodie basket’ (think devil dogs and twinkies). Her garden is her pride and joy and it is beautiful (even if one damn flower was the cause of her breaking a hip last year!).
She is tall, elegant, and as Jana tells her when she has wardrobe doubts, grandmothers always wear the appropriate thing wherever they go.
She has a supportive word for everyone, for some reason thinks ALL babies are cute – even the ugly ones – and has pictures of dozens of them on her fridge. (seriously, send her a baby picture, even if your kid is really funny-looking she will hang it up in one of those lucite magnet frames).
My mom has been no stranger to adversity and yet she rises above it all to live her life the only way she knows how:
to the point of tears! (go ahead, cry. you have the time).
Happy Birthday, Mom. I love you.
(now really internet, don’t you think there should be some major commenting here today?)