April 25: Today's my Mom's birthday. I'm glad I got to talk to her today. I'm always glad when I can share with her details of a project I'm working on. She got my pictures of the granny squares I crocheted! I know I'll never have my Mom's talent of crocheting, but at least it's not completely lost on me.I miss her. I wish I could visit her more often, or that she lived a little closer to the west coast. I know she doesn't have many more birthdays ahead of her, I truly wish she did, but her health isn't the greatest. As selfish as this sounds, I hope she makes it past my birthday. I don't want to lost both parents by the time I turn 40.
I was thinking of my Mom today. You know, she talks a lot... not necessarily a bad thing, but it's a good thing for her because I don't feel like she comes across many strangers. At least, they're not strangers after my Mom's talked with them for a while. She makes friends easily, she talks to everyone. I don't think I'm much like her, in that regard, but maybe my husband would say otherwise. She's very social and I know at this time in the world, it's hard for her not to be social with everyone she's coming across these days.
A friend checked in on me and wanted to know how I felt about my Mom, her health and her near future. I told this friend that I've gotten everything I could have ever wanted from my parents. I know they love me. I've learned all that I could have, I think. I know a good amount of my Mom's recipes and if all else fails, as my Mom's always says, "Just make any kine!"
I know I shouldn't be eulogizing her already, I'm just aware that there's not a whole lot of birthdays left on her horizon, as much as I would wish. Sometimes, I think it's so unfair that I was born so late in life for my parents; they had me in their mid-40's. I would have loved to have known them at a younger age. I'm thankful for all my Mom has taught me, both in word and deed. I can only hope that I'm the daughter she would have envisioned, the person she hoped that I would have become. I also hope that she knows how much I love her, after all the grief, all the smartass comments, and grey hairs I gave her.
