Everyday we awaken to a degree of uncertainty, we open our eyes with a preliminary schedule, and we wonder…”what surprises await me today?!!?” and we begin our routine into the 24 hours we have to encompass that which surrounds us. However, today….my today was different…I woke up with a new plan! A plan I certainly did not have when I snuggled into bed last night.
Today was my 47th year of being on this Earth….yes we celebrated my birthday and my children love to tell everyone ‘My mom is 46… FORTY SIX *GASP*”…little do they realize that ‘tomorrow’ they too shall be 46, and I shall be gasping as they continue to rise and tackle the challenges before them. Today I called my middle child and threw her world into a loop…I was going to make what I wanted for dinner, and I wanted an ice cream cake! So you may be asking…the joke in my house is I HATE ICE CREAM CAKE! Cake is cake, ice cream is ice cream…and under normal circumstance I do not enjoy them as one…but as a compliment to one another. She responded with “are you sure Mom?”…”Yes dear”…I’m 46 I’m able to make up my own mind until the Dr declares I have indeed reached that period of mental instability (well no more than a mother of five girls can truly be). Forty five minutes wasted with questions of why, how come…etc…we came to the conclusion I was having my own day and I was to be placated with a DQ ice cream cake…it just so happens DQ as nice enough to send me a printable 3.00 Off coupon for my birthday as a loyal customer…so I sent her off to acquire my ‘cake’. She toddles off with her friend (he truly is a blessing) to the closet Dairy Queen ( a mere .4 kms from my home) and I receive the call….”Mom do you want Vanilla, Chocolate or Strawberry?” I ask ‘Do they have this months special?” a confection of chocolate and chocolates…advising me no she comes home with my alternate selection of chocolate, chocolate and more chocolate. A Large circular treat coated in drizzled chocolate, chocolate whip cream, and brownies….oh and shaved chocolate! Nirvana…after sitting out for 20 minutes so it can soften…(this is yet another reason for not liking those bricks of ice cream disguised as cake). My granddaughter was elated to help me blow out the imaginary candles, after I told her we were avoiding candles to prevent a house fire…we pretended to wish and blow together…amused she walks off with her delicious temptation loudly yelling to the neighbors “I love you Mamo, thank you for the cake”. After everyone is served, I slide in beside her with my slice and we sit in silence smiling at one another as we embrace our treat. Did I already mention…Nirvana?….hmmm I digress.
So now 47 minutes later, dinner is cleared up, the cake is put away in the freezer for a treat for them in the week…it really was a large cake…and I sit down to blog to remind myself in my senile years…that today on this celebration of my 47th year here…yes even I can throw my children off kilter from time to time…but we will still come together to celebrate our lives together. Like the joy of biting into four layers of ooey gooey chocolate…..years from now the stains of our discretions will be long forgotten, cleansed in the laughter, love and whip cream that brings us together.
Go celebrate your day…your Year…Your Love…Hug your friends, family and even shake someones hand. Make a difference and Move forward with your head held high.