I have had this blog post on my mind for over a month now, but today is the appropriate day to share it.
I was driving to work one morning when the story of the oldest person in a neighboring county came on the radio. She was celebrating her 110th birthday.
It’s not the fact that she was turning 110 that made me love this story so much. Or the fact that during the radio interview (click on link and see the “Listen” link in the story to hear the actual interview) you hear her social worker yelling, “HOW DOES THAT FEEL [to be the oldest person in the county]?”
What I loved about this story was that her 88-year-old and 90-year-old sons flew into town to help her celebrate her 110th birthday.
How awesome would that be to be 90 years old and still have your mama around? Of course, I can see her 90-year-old son telling his friends at his rest home, “I’m flying home to see my mom for her birthday.” They’re probably thinking, “Oh, Bob has stopped taking his medicine again…”
I hope that when I am 87, I still have my 110 year mama around. And maybe, instead of flying into town to celebrate her birthday, my nurse can just roll me from room in the nursing home into her room in the nursing home. And we can complain that my sister never visits us, how the green beans just aren’t as good as the ones that she used to make, that we wished we could still see so that we could pluck those chin hairs, that someone would change the channel to Discovery ID because our favorite true crime show is getting ready to come on, and how happy we are that they made chocolate cake for her birthday because we both love chocolate.
Happy Birthday today, Mama! Here’s to at least 44 more — let’s aim for 110! Hugs and kisses. Cristy