Published in the Rains County Leader on February 27, 2018:
Sunday was David’s birthday, and he finally joined me in the 70s. Although I’ve been there since April and have tried to reassure him that it doesn’t hurt when the age-o-meter rolls over, he didn’t seem to look forward to this birthday the way he usually does. However, when I came home from Brookshire’s and waved a package of German’s Sweet Chocolate and another of coconut, he broke into a smile, knowing his birthday cake was on the way.
We don’t make a big deal of birthdays – at least not any more. The first year I celebrated his birthday with him, I took him out to dinner, and he gave me an engagement ring. It was hard to top that, but I sometimes tried to at least come close. One year I gave him an I-Pod, and another year I presented him with a bicycle, but we’ve reached the point in our lives where we have all the electronics we need and there’s no space to store larger toys. So most years I send him an e-card, and if I’m feeling extravagant, I give him a printed one, too. We go out for catfish or Mexican food, or sometimes I make a roast and a big pot of beans at home. And I usually make a German Chocolate Cake. (more…)
This is a post I wrote in 2011. In honor of my recent change in age, I thought I’d share it:
I’ve been thinking more about days lately and less about months or years. Maybe it’s because Mom’s ninetieth birthday is coming up. When you’re ten or twenty years old, being ninety is something you can’t imagine, but when you’re next birthday will bring a Medicare card, imagining it is a little easier. Realizing that your days are numbered and that number is dwindling makes you look at them a little differently. (more…)
Published in the Rains County Leader on January 19, 2016:
Wednesday, January 20 was my Aunt Fay’s 92nd birthday. Anyone who has read much of my writing, especially my book, knows that Aunt Fay is my mother’s younger sister. Since she was married to my dad’s brother, and since we lived within a few miles of them for most of my childhood, she has been a big part of my life. This was especially true after I became a caregiver. I leaned heavily on her experience in caring for her mother and her husband and even more heavily on her strength and her faith. (more…)
Mom was born 94 years ago today. On her last birthday this side of Heaven we had a birthday party for her, and the following year, I shared some of the pictures with you. I’ve been thinking about her a lot lately, so I thought I’d share them again. (more…)
The most obvious way to know you’re getting older is to have another birthday. I had one a couple of weeks ago, and since it was impossible to ignore the event, I decided to embrace it in typical blogger fashion. Following are ten additional ways to know you are getting older. (more…)
I posted a piece this morning about Christian’s birthday, but it was incomplete. I wanted to include an early picture of the birthday boy, but I sent a lot of his baby pictures to Colorado to be used in a slide show for his and Amy’s wedding, and between their moves and mine, they have disappeared. Any that are left are slowly warping and fading in a box in our storage shed. But my wonderful sister-in-law Jo Lynn, the family photographer and historian, went through her files and sent this to me a few minutes ago. I don’t know exactly what day this was taken, but he still has his hospital bracelet on, so he was just a few days old. (more…)
I became a mother 42 years ago today. It was something I had wanted since I was a little girl and, even when it was hard and when I had no clue what I was doing, I never regretted it.
Christian was born 4 ½ years after his father and I were married, but he was planned long before that. For years I crocheted blankets, sweaters, and booties; I embroidered bibs and baby blankets; and I filled a huge jar with pennies that were eventually used to buy his crib. His first name was chosen several years before he was born when Andy Williams introduced his new son Christian on his Christmas special. I chose Damien as his middle name while I was pregnant, and he has spent his entire life explaining that he was named after the priest in The Exorcist and not the satanic Damian, the movie that came along several years after he did. (more…)
Yesterday was my birthday, and if you remember the commercial quoted in the title of this post, you’re like me, older than dirt. But I don’t want to talk about age today. I want to talk about birthday greetings. I got a LOT. I got two cards in the mail, I got lots of face-to-face wishes and hugs at the Senior Center, and I got a phone call from my sweet friend Mary. Everything else was electronic. My question is, were the electronic greetings live or Memorex? (more…)
I was going through some old files last night looking for an outline I thought I had started on a book idea. I never found the outline, but I came across something I wrote on November 3, 2010 after taking Mom and Dad to the lab to have some bloodwork done and then out to breakfast. It was just six weeks before they moved from my home into an assisted living facility near my brother Jim. I was rapidly approaching burnout, and I wrote this saga to get rid of some of the tension from the outing. I posted it in my Facebook notes, but I didn’t start my blog until six or seven months later, so I thought I’d share it with you. It’s rather long, so I’ve broken it into four parts and will publish a part each day from now through Friday.
It’s 10:30 in the morning, and I’m exhausted. Today was test day for Mom and Dad. They have their six-month check-up with their PCP next week, and they had an appointment at 8:40 this morning at the lab. Since they had to go in fasting, I planned to take them to breakfast afterward. I knew it would be an adventure. I was right. (more…)
As you read today’s blog, you will notice a recurrent theme – but I forget what it is.
“How was your golf game, Jack?” said his wife.
“I was hitting pretty well, but my eyesight’s gotten so bad I couldn’t see where the ball went.”
“Well, you are 75. Why don’t you take my brother Scott along?”
“He’s 85 and doesn’t even play golf anymore.”
“But he’s got perfect eyesight. He could watch your ball.”
The next day Jack took Scott along. While Scott sat in the cart, Jack teed off, and the ball disappeared down the middle of the fairway.
“Did you see where it went it?” (more…)