It’s my mom’s birthday today. I don’t think she’d mind if I told you how old she is. She’s 80. She has slowed down somewhat, naturally, but I think she’s in fine shape for a woman of her age. It bodes well for me, actually – and it’s all about me, of course. Even on my mom’s birthday.
Yesterday, DD and I took Mom out for dinner. That’s become one of our little family rituals. She never wants a gift, but sometimes I manage to come up with some little token for her. This year I bought her a jar opener (I know – that’s so personal! Never you mind – she was pleased with it!). I also compose a funny little poem for her every birthday, to tease her and make her laugh about some aspect of her personality. This year’s poem mentioned her propensity for drinking rye, good Ukrainian woman that she is.
My brother and sister-in-law don’t live in town, but every year they send a huge bouquet of flowers to Mom. That’s their ritual, and Mom loves it. My brother usually phones her to wish her a happy birthday, and she always enjoys that even more.
This year, though, my brother and sister-in-law are away on vacation. They won’t be back for another week, so last night at dinner, we were talking about them and hoping that they’re having a good time. It also occurred to Mom that she wasn’t likely to get her flowers and phone call till they got back …
… which gave me the idea to get her a huge bunch of flowers myself. I mean, I do buy my mom flowers for random reasons at various other times of the year, but her birthday and Mother’s Day have become the territory of my brother. I know it shouldn’t bug me, because I do get to see her any time I want to and my brother doesn’t, but I would like to get her flowers for those occasions myself sometimes. Or maybe sometimes my brother and I could share the cost and buy her some really magnificent arrangement.
So anyway, I figured this year I could do it! So I got her a big bouquet of multi-coloured roses with baby’s breath, and brought it over to her this afternoon when I arrived to do her vacuuming for her (that’s one of the ways in which Mom has slowed down: she no longer can easily vacuum every week). She was so happy to get her birthday flowers! She promptly trimmed the stems and arranged them in a glass vase on the dining room table. The room soon became fragrant with the soft scent of roses.
While we sitting chatting as I took a break from the vacuuming, there was a knock on the door. Mom, looking puzzled, went to see who it was. I picked up the vacuum to continue my work. Then she came back into the living room, with a smile on her face and an enormous cellophane-wrapped bouquet of flowers in her arms.
Now why didn’t it ever occur to me before that it’s okay to have two bouquets of flowers at the same time??? I hope I remember this for next year.
Happy (floral) birthday, Mom! xoxo