This is a little conversation that took place this morning. It’s a simple but amazing illustration of my mother’s silence and strength.
Me: Mom, it’s your birthday today!
Mom: No, yesterday was my birthday. Today is the 7th.
Me: *horrified -> look at the calendar -> relieved* Nope, today is still the 6th.
Mom: It is? *peers at the calendar* Oh, it is!
Me: Did you think we forgot your birthday?! 😯
Mom: Well…so today is my birthday! Ok, then!
And she didn’t even say anything all day yesterday, which she must have spent intermittently thinking that her own kids, who she freaking slaves away for to make us happy, forgot to wish her a happy birthday. Now, we don’t celebrate birthdays with the whole presents and party kind of thing, but I think that mommy deserves a present for not even showing us that she was sad over us “forgetting” her birthday.