My mother turned 72 years old today. It’s quite an age to achieve. Both of her parents died at a much younger age as far as I know although both her older brothers are also still alive. I’ve never met them so they aren’t really an impact on my life. But that’s beside the point. The point being, my mother, the person who has the most influence on my life both as a child and as an adult, is getting older. Undeniably so.
For as long as I can remember, whenever anyone asked my mum her age, she’d reply “21”. She still does. I was a teenager before I clicked that she wasn’t really 21. How could she be when my siblings were already well past that age themselves? Heck, she was 39 when she gave birth to me. So it became our inside joke.
Whenever it was her birthday, I’d do something that referenced the age of 21. A card with her real age crossed out and 21 written in or an actual 21st card. A cake like the one I made today with 21 on it.
Of course, all joking aside, the reality is she isn’t 21 years old. She’s 72. She’s reaching an age where anything could happen. As healthy as she is despite her age related health issues, we could lose her at any time. And I can’t bear the thought of that.
My mother is literally my rock. She is the person I go to work out solutions to all my problems and to receive advise. She’s the person who looks after my children at home when I do the school/kindy runs or run an errand. She’s the person whose shoulder I cried on when I was hurt or scared. She has always been there for me.
I don’t even know what I would do with myself if I lost her. I don’t even want to think about it. I’d miss her too much. If I’m honest, I prefer thinking of her as forever 21 instead of her growing older. I sincerely hope she will live to reach 100 and beyond.
Happy birthday Mum.
May you always be young at heart if not in body.
I love you.