Here it is, dudes, almost mid-August once again, and once again we only have to celebrate the one birthday.
For more than four decades, I’d know that, come Aug. 10 and Aug. 11, it was time to celebrate both my mom’s and my sister’s birthday.
Mom loved to tell the story about how when she was in labor with Tia, the doctor offered to get her to go faster so the two of them could share the same birthday. Mom, who’d already been dealing with me for almost two years and knew what a treasure alone time was, told the doctor, “No, way. I don’t want to have to share my birthday.”
And so Tia was born just after the turn of the day from Aug. 10 to Aug. 11.
We no longer celebrate Mom’s birthday, except in rather quiet and private ways. Moments of silence, unnoticed among the tumult and hubbub of general life. Aug. 10 comes and goes these days, but there’s no one to share it with, except in our hearts and our minds.
So, here I am, thinking happy birthday to you, Mom. I miss you.
Ah, but in the immortal words of some country Bard, when thinking about Tia, all I can come up with is, “How can I miss you when you won’t go away.”
Kidding, kiddo. Kidding.
Considering what a brat she started out as, she’s come an amazingly long way toward general civility. And I mean that in a good way. Or at least as good as it has to be considering she and I don’t live in the same house, the same state any more. I’m feeling safe, is what I’m saying.
Well, safe enough to get mouthy at any rate.
No, Tia is a great lady. I hope she’ll take it as a compliment if I tell her that she’s turning out to be a lot like our mom. Although why I got the gene that forces me to tell the same stories over and over again, I just don’t understand.
Tia and her husband, The Teaching Dutchman, are raising a fine pair of children, who show great taste and class when they get so excited just because their uncle is coming around.
She’s not just a mom and wife (though I’m leaving that one out of the discussion, really.), she’s also a pretty good person as well. Tia’s got a fantastic laugh, a sharp knife for puncturing pomposity and a willingness to drag her family along to do things they’ve never done before.
This post was set to be published at one minute to midnight Aug. 10, so we can have it span the two days. They might not have shared birthdays, but I’m glad they’re sharing all of our lives.