Jan 032013
 

Today is my Mom’s 50th birthday, but don’t tell her I told you that.  She would kill me!

I remember the day my Mom turned 30 years old.  She was very somber that day, and went to bed early.  As I laid in my bed, in the bedroom next to hers, I heard her sobbing through the wall.  My Dad was working nights, and she was alone in bed, crying because she felt old.  I was 11 at the time, and didn’t really understand why she was so upset.  I’m 31 now, and still don’t understand.

My 30th birthday made me feel a little old, sure, but not to the point of sobbing because I felt like my life was over.  Maybe it was because she had already had 3 children, and here I am, just now having my first.  My life is just beginning, really, and hers had started when she was 18.

Later that night, her sister, my Aunt Tammy, who lives 2 hours away, knocked on the door and completely surprised her.  She spent the night, and I remember hearing them laughing together on the couch, while drinking coffee brandy, eating Doritos with cheese sauce (a ritual whenever my Aunt comes to visit), and watching tv.  That’s some sisterly love!

Mom now says the only good thing about turning 50 years old, is that she is going to become a Nana (finally).  I still don’t know what the big fuss about turning 50 is.  It just doesn’t seem that old to me.  Maybe it’s because I know that I’ll be 50 in less than 20 years.  My daughter Kayleigh will probably be in college, and any other children John and I have may still be in highschool.

My parents were always very young to me growing up.  I remember hearing the ages of my peers’ parents, and I thought some of them were really old in comparison to my own.  Now, age doesn’t really mean all that much to me.

My Mom has always meant the world to me, and no matter how old she gets, she will still mean the world to me.  She has always been there for me, and ever since I told her I’m pregnant with her first grandchild, we have become closer than ever.  I know she’s been itching for a grandchild for years now, watching her friends become grandparents one by one.  Now, it’s finally her turn, and she is going to be the best grandmother ever!

Happy Birthday, Mom!  I love you with all my heart.

Love, your daughter.

 

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