On the Occasion of Mother’s 92nd Birthday

IMG_3336When my precious mother turned 80 in January 2002, my sisters and I hosted a lunch in her honor at the small church my parents had helped found in 1956. There was chicken spaghetti and cake, flowers and balloons, and lots of love for my mother. People told us how much she had meant to them over the years, shared stories about my sisters and me, and remembered my father, who died in 2000, with affection. Mother stood up and thanked them, cried a little when talking about Daddy, and made sure folks got second helpings.

This year, Mother’s birthday looked different. She’s 92 and living in a care facility, diagnosed with dementia. There was cake and and pink lemonade, flowers and balloons, and lots of love for my mother. My sisters and I didn’t know if the residents would want—or be able—to sing, but one of them started belting out “Happy Birthday” so we joined in as best we could.

Mother stood up and thanked them, smiled over at her three girls, and made sure folks got second helpings.

10 thoughts on “On the Occasion of Mother’s 92nd Birthday

  1. Patricia says:

    Best wishes to your Mom and all you all. Loved how this came around again giving us “seconds”. . .

    • hamblett says:

      Thank you, Tomas, for taking the time to read and comment. I like that, the “change and consistency of love.” (May I use it?!) Such a fine line becomes all the more apparent to me with each passing day.

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