Today is a grand and
glorious day in my family’s history, and while this blog entry; is going to be
shorter and sweeter than most of my recent Rants, this post is truly from the
heart.
Today, my mother turns 90 years of age.
I cannot believe that my mother is 90, because she certainly doesn’t look her age, as most people who reach this age—and even older—have seemed to have found the Fountain of Youth, and never look their true age.
My mother continues to have the vim and vigor she has had her whole life, and while she doesn’t get around as much as she used to, she continues to put younger people to shame with her energy.
This has been proven to me time and time again, and if I needed any reminding of this fact, it happened a few weeks ago.
The snow was really bad, and I told my mother that the three of us—myself, my wife and her—would go food shopping together at the local supermarket that snowy Sunday morning.
So we all went together, and once we all got into the supermarket, my mother went her way and I went my way with my wife.
Several minutes later, when my wife and I were done with our shopping and getting on the checkout line, I noticed that my mother was sitting up front by the entrance and exit on the other side of the cash registers.
While my wife and I were still doing our shopping, my mother had stacked her cart with what she needed, had already progressed through the checkout line, and was waiting for us on the other side.
Sort of like the story of the tortoise and the hare, wouldn’t you say?
Simply put, these young’uns in our early 60s could not keep up with this then-89 year old, and now that she had reached 90, I don’t think it has slowed her down at all/
So for my mom, I wish you a great birthday—both my sister and I have great plans for our celebrations—and my only wish was that my father was here to celebrate with my mom, but I know he is looking down from heaven and is so proud of her.
And to further celebrate my mom’s birthday, just because I was bored last night, I went onto the coronavirus vaccination site and VOILA!, I got myself an appointment for noon tomorrow at a local medical establishment where I can get the Pfizer vaccination.
My wife doesn’t want it yet and my son can wait too, but I am getting it tomorrow, and I hope it goes as well as when my mother received her two doses.
If she can do it, I can do it too.
I just want to end this short Rant with the lyrics of a song that sticks in my mind when I think about my mother.
The song, popularized by singer B.J. Thomas in the mid-1960s, really gets to me when I hear him sing it, and always has, since I first hear the song on “Where the Action Is” way back when.
The song was never a huge hit, but it really says it all, as far as I am concerned.
So happy birthday to my mom, and I hope that she has many, many more!
"Mama"
Who's the one who tied you shoe when you were young
And knew just when to come and see what you had done
Mama oh mama
And who's the one who patched your eye and told you not to cry
Cause he was to big for you to try
Mama mama
And who's the one you didn't need to plead
To give her time to the little league
It was mama oh mama
And who's the one who gave her shoulder
When you told her your first love was over
She'd met someone older mama mama
It was mama, my mama, mama, oh mama
Who's the one who taught you obligation then dedication
Results graduation mama mama
And who's the one who's shown the friends you've known
A home away from home when they were tired and all alone
Mama mama
And who's the one who held a tear inside
When you introduced you future bride
And who's the one that didn't mean to cry
As you walked down the isle through tears you saw her
Smile
Mama oh mama
Mama my mama
It was mama my mama
https://youtu.be/IDBTsuEgqVo
Today, my mother turns 90 years of age.
I cannot believe that my mother is 90, because she certainly doesn’t look her age, as most people who reach this age—and even older—have seemed to have found the Fountain of Youth, and never look their true age.
My mother continues to have the vim and vigor she has had her whole life, and while she doesn’t get around as much as she used to, she continues to put younger people to shame with her energy.
This has been proven to me time and time again, and if I needed any reminding of this fact, it happened a few weeks ago.
The snow was really bad, and I told my mother that the three of us—myself, my wife and her—would go food shopping together at the local supermarket that snowy Sunday morning.
So we all went together, and once we all got into the supermarket, my mother went her way and I went my way with my wife.
Several minutes later, when my wife and I were done with our shopping and getting on the checkout line, I noticed that my mother was sitting up front by the entrance and exit on the other side of the cash registers.
While my wife and I were still doing our shopping, my mother had stacked her cart with what she needed, had already progressed through the checkout line, and was waiting for us on the other side.
Sort of like the story of the tortoise and the hare, wouldn’t you say?
Simply put, these young’uns in our early 60s could not keep up with this then-89 year old, and now that she had reached 90, I don’t think it has slowed her down at all/
So for my mom, I wish you a great birthday—both my sister and I have great plans for our celebrations—and my only wish was that my father was here to celebrate with my mom, but I know he is looking down from heaven and is so proud of her.
And to further celebrate my mom’s birthday, just because I was bored last night, I went onto the coronavirus vaccination site and VOILA!, I got myself an appointment for noon tomorrow at a local medical establishment where I can get the Pfizer vaccination.
My wife doesn’t want it yet and my son can wait too, but I am getting it tomorrow, and I hope it goes as well as when my mother received her two doses.
If she can do it, I can do it too.
I just want to end this short Rant with the lyrics of a song that sticks in my mind when I think about my mother.
The song, popularized by singer B.J. Thomas in the mid-1960s, really gets to me when I hear him sing it, and always has, since I first hear the song on “Where the Action Is” way back when.
The song was never a huge hit, but it really says it all, as far as I am concerned.
So happy birthday to my mom, and I hope that she has many, many more!
"Mama"
Who's the one who tied you shoe when you were young
And knew just when to come and see what you had done
Mama oh mama
And who's the one who patched your eye and told you not to cry
Cause he was to big for you to try
Mama mama
And who's the one you didn't need to plead
To give her time to the little league
It was mama oh mama
And who's the one who gave her shoulder
When you told her your first love was over
She'd met someone older mama mama
It was mama, my mama, mama, oh mama
Who's the one who taught you obligation then dedication
Results graduation mama mama
And who's the one who's shown the friends you've known
A home away from home when they were tired and all alone
Mama mama
And who's the one who held a tear inside
When you introduced you future bride
And who's the one that didn't mean to cry
As you walked down the isle through tears you saw her
Smile
Mama oh mama
Mama my mama
It was mama my mama
https://youtu.be/IDBTsuEgqVo
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