I went to MFM’s nursing home alone on Sunday because I wanted to cut her hair and my children and DIY haircutting do not mix. It was a beautiful day so I wheeled MFM outside and started trimming her hair so that the birds could use the clippings for nests.
“So Mom,” I said, “next weekend is Mother’s Day. Is there anything special you’d like me to get for you?”
“Yeah,” she replied. “A father!”
LOL. So great to see that a glimmer of her humor is still alive in there!
Later that same year, I went to her room for a kiss on my birthday.
“Hey Mom, it’s November 23rd.”
“It is?” she asks.
“Yes! Why is that special?”
“It’s my birthday,” she said.