September 26th is a special day in our family. It’s both my mom’s and my son’s birthday.
It wasn’t supposed to be. Henry’s due date was Oct 15th. I blame his premature birth on the lawnmower; we had a push mower then and the grass was rather long. I could have left the job for my husband but I was in the “nesting” phase of late pregnancy. The sun was shining, the yard looked a mess. If I mowed it right then, that September 25th, it’d be one more thing crossed off the list.
Henry arrived not 24 hours later. It was with exuberant pride that my late husband John advised Mom, “You’re going to love your birthday gift from us this year!” She certainly did.
Since then we’ve celebrated their birthdays together, usually at a family member’s home over dinner.
Recently, a new tradition was brought to the table, courtesy of my sister-in-law’s ingenuity. Just before dinner is served, glasses are raised and we commence the “age countdown salute.” Starting at the celebrant’s newly minted age we count backwards to zero in the loudest, singsongiest voices imaginable.
Last night it took quite a while.
We had to count backwards from 91.
I can’t quite believe my mother is that age and neither can she. The Queen of Transitions, delights in saying she’s “just 91.” Her to-do list is lengthy and varied. May we all have as much energy and mental acuity at that age as she.
Last night was a small gathering with all of the seven grandchildren currently living out of town. One person in particular was missed. Henry. For the first time in 18 years he wasn’t there to help blow out the candles.
His attitude, naturally, is a wee bit different from that of his grandmother. He’s finally reached the age of legality in his newly adopted province. Away from home, free to do what he wants, and with most of his pals already 18 it must have been a difficult wait. It’s not a stretch to imagine how he celebrated.
Happy Birthday Mom and Henry!
Mom – I wish you continued happiness, good health and the ability to do what you want when you want, for many years to come.
Henry – I wish you every happiness, good health and a long life full of wonderful memories.
Oh and one piece of motherly advice, son, if I may. Two Advil and plenty of water just before bed.
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Happy Birthday to your mom and Henry. I hope I’m even a smidgen as full of life as your mom at 91!
Me, too, Tracey, me too. Thank you for the birthday wishes – I’ll pass them along!