My mother turned seventy last week. This week she is living it up in New York with her sister. How awesome is that?
I went to her birthday party before she left and she joked to an old friend that I was turning into her because I’d been given a sewing machine for my birthday.
That would definitely not be a bad thing. Not many people would want to turn into their mother. But for the most part, I wouldn’t mind.
She’s an adventurer. She has a soft heart. And she’s like freaking McGyver. She can make anything. And no matter what adversity is thrown her way she just gets things done. She’s honest to the point of uncomfortable and not at all apologetic about that.
When I look at my eldest daughter I see my mother staring back at me. Which is mostly cool and only slightly unnerving.
So I would be happy to turn into my mother. Because the person she is turned out to be pretty incredible.
My mom turned 70 this year too……and isn’t it weird? Even just a mere 10 years ago, 70 sounded so very old to me, but now, in the moment, the age itself sounds old but I look at my mom and can only hope to be as young as she is at 70. Age really IS just a number….’they’ weren’t making that up.
Every now and then I read a post of yours and just shake my head in disbelief. Your eldest and mine are so alike it’s scary. And if only we could meet in real life. We have so much in common. I think we’d make great friends.
That post makes me happy. Never too late to follow your dreams and start new adventures My NY adventure is still waiting for me….
Can absolutely identify with this post. I admire my mother so very much.
Happy Birthday to your adventuring mum. New York! So awesome.
xx
I love this post. I don’t mind turning in to my Mama either. Your Mama sounds loving, wonderful, vibrant and resourceful…that’s a fab combination. x