Birthday

Yup, today is my birthday. Indisputably somewhere in the last third of my life. And being the forward scout (age-wise) among many of my Facebook friends, I can report from the front lines that we are still in friendly territory. In fact, it is positively peaceful and often even festive over here.

But a question. Am I the only one who waits to get a call from mum on my birthday?

“How are you spending the day, son? Your dad and I sent you a card. Did you get it? And have you spoken to your brothers? You really should.”

Six decades of a full life with other equally amazing women in my life.. wives and lovers, daughters and more, yet while cleaning house this morning I still half expected mum to call.

She has been dead 7 years.

But she did carry me in her body, birthed me and loved me. This was the day we were wrenched apart and although her yortzeit is 6 months off, I think I will light the candle for her today.

So mum, I am taking the day off, I am going to speak with my friends and brothers, and I am dreaming my 62nd year into being.