I haven’t always known my mother’s birth date. I’m sure my daddy thought about it as every September rolled around and she was not here to celebrate, but he rarely spoke of it.
About twenty years ago, Auntie Sue began calling me on my mother’s birthday, September 28. She would call while I was getting ready for work, sometimes at 6:30 a.m. “Hi honey,” she would say. “I’m still sittin ugly, but I wanted to remember your mother on her special day.” Then she would tell me a quick little story about her or just tell me something about her personality. Most of the time we would laugh while she was telling her story, but we both knew our tears would flow as soon as we hung up.
As I’m prone to do, I imagine that I would have been a wonderful daughter. I would have called, sent gifts and baked a cake. I could imagine her eyes lighting up and us hugging as we both said, “I love you!”.
The truth is probably somewhere between my imagination and reality. I might have been busy with my own life and children and only managed a phone call or card purchased hurriedly to make it on time. I’ll never know how it might have been.
But today, I am wishing my mother a Happy Birthday. Today, I am remembering a story Auntie Sue might have called to tell me. I’m missing these two special ladies, but I’m happy they are together and celebrating within the Pearly Gates. Who knows….they may be eating some heavenly delicious cake! I hope so.
Happy Birthday Mom!