Happy Birthday, Mom

This week my troubled marvel of a mama would’ve celebrated her 84th birthday.  Despite the challenges in our relationship and the years of turmoil, I choose to ‘remember the good’.  There was so much good – fun and frivolity, charm, and charisma.  Mom was a beacon to anyone in need and I can’t deny that my genetic soup includes her spirit of service. Sometimes I see her when I look at myself in the mirror.  There are undeniable resemblances in both spiritual and physical form. 

In some ways I’m an only child.  My older sister Lisa is a perpetual 8-year-old in a grown-up wrapper because of her intellectual and physical disabilities. She was a miracle baby, surviving when no one expected her to.  I’m her guardian now with mom and dad both gone and while I feel the weight of the responsibility, it’s also a privilege.  Lisa’s reminiscences and recall of family history, silly tidbits are comforting. Even when she mixes up details – sometimes hilariously so, like her funny recall of Elvis trivia that I wrote about a few weeks ago. 

When mom died, I became the family archivist, by default.  I’m surrounded here, in my home office, by bins and boxes of photos which chronicle our family history.  Well, parts of it anyhow.  The darkness and despair aren’t photo-worthy…no Kodak or Polaroid moments, and I’m grateful.  My memories of challenging times don’t require visuals.  They’re present – nestled within me – but I try to temper the dark with light, however I can.

The photos I treasure?  Some of these – the pic of mom, wearing only a hotel towel, when she went to New York as a high school senior to represent her hometown at a future business leaders conference.  Remarkable? Yes!  It was the first year EVER that girls were permitted to attend.  Mom’s roommate snapped this photo and took many others that were more formal and staged, but this one speaks to me. Mom in an unguarded moment.  She looks happy.

Just a year later mom met dad and things got complicated…resulting in the arrival of little Lisa.  Fragile little Lisa.  The pic of the three of them?  A reporter from the local newspaper took a photo of the happy family as Lisa got her polio vaccine.  I guess they looked photo-worthy – a good visual to accompany the reporter’s column about polio prevention.  What no one knew yet?  Just a month later, Lisa’s pediatrician began to deeply chronicle her vision and motor problems.  Failure to thrive.  Not meeting milestones…and their journey of pain and loss with her began.

I need to leave you with a smile. Mom was a party girl at heart.  No matter where we lived or what the occasion, she found reasons to celebrate and had mountains of energy to contrive costumes…to pull people together, and not just for Halloween. (If you missed it, check out this post about her Halloween handiwork!)  Party planning was her superpower.  In the last pic, mom is the stunner in the middle…thrilled that she managed to coerce/encourage her lady friends into a Hawaiian luau-themed fund raiser for disabled children, like Lisa.

I remember the party…the pig roast…the music…and the trail of raffia from the grass skirts all over our house – for weeks.  Oh, that and the remnants of hand-crafted floral leis.  Such a mess, but it was a happy mom mess.  So much better than messes of other sorts that often accompanied her bad days. 

Thanks for reading.  Thanks for joining me in reminiscing about sunny moments. Remembering the good.

Vicki ❤

14 responses to “Happy Birthday, Mom”

  1. Ah, happy birthday, Sue! Remember the good – such a good mantra but hard to do sometimes when the bad is pretty stormy. You are amazing for your ability to appreciate both light and dark! XOXO

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    1. Thank you, Wynne! Hugs back to you! 😘

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  2. An Audience of One Avatar
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    This post represents one of the things I so love about you, Vicki! Remembering the good… Sort of like you also seeing the good in people on a regular basis. Thank you for being YOU! 🤍🤍🤍
    P. S. The remnants of the luau prep reminds me of what my house looks like right now. Conference prep + no sleep = war zone. 😆

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    1. Oh — thanks for the smile and kind words…and the giggle. Yes — you’ve had a busy week from what I’ve pieced together…wowza. Get some sleep as soon as you’re able! xoxoxo! 😘

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  3. Dear Victoria, I felt reading this post that you were tired. Unless it’s me from just shovelling snow 🙂 It’s okay to feel the weight and acknowledge it from time to time. I also am caring for a family member and someday I will miss it but sometimes I would like to be carefree. I hope you continue to find the strength to see both sides of life, the good moments never forgotten, and the present not resented for long.

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    1. Thank you David. I think I’m perpetually tired 😉 but you’re right about the goodness in seeing all the facets, good and bad and all that’s in between!

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  4. Aww, Happy Birthday to your mom. I love your outlook on life and your ability to see the good despite some major loss and pain. Most people would wallow in the pain. I know I would. I feel like I’ve gotten much better at balancing both by reading your stories. Thanks so much! And remember to raise a glass in celebration to your fun-loving mother!

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    1. Thanks so much, Brian. She was fun-loving! I’m glad that came across. 😉😉😉

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  5. A lovely set of memories of your mom. It takes time to come to terms with the dark side, but you seem a generous soul, Vicki. Thanks for this.

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    1. Dear Dr. Stein — your kind comment arrived at the perfect time to give me a much-needed boost! My dear sister struggles with all the memories she has of mom — many very fun-loving and joyful — and New Year’s Eve is always tricky for her as a result. I aspire to be a “generous soul” – what a beautiful thing to share with me — and welcomed the boost your comment just provided. Hugs and gratitude to you…thank you so much! 🧡


      1. My pleasure, Vicki.

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