I went to visit mom this past Monday afternoon, on my birthday.
Even though mom has been calling me by her sister’s name of late, I felt the need to share this day with her – to bring mom a piece of cheesecake and have one of our “usual” conversations.
I had no expectations that September 26th would be of any significance in her mind or that she would remember my actual name. It didn’t matter. If mom would have been of sound mind, spending time with her on my birthday would have been a requirement…along with lunch and a cocktail.
When I arrived at mom’s assisted living facility, she was sitting in her wheelchair in a familiar spot.
She smiles…”Oh, hi! Jeanne!”
“It’s Mary, your daughter.”
I sat down and we said a few words to one another. Then…
“Do you know what day it is?”
Mom thinks hard and then says, “No, what day?”
“It’s my birthday.”
“It’s my birthday.”
Mom reflects what I said, as she heard it, and it comes out all wrong.
I try again and something else comes out of her, but it is still wrong.
Then I spell. B-I-R-T-H-D-A-Y.
She looks puzzled, so I say loudly, “Birthday. It’s my birthday.”
The one-liner appears:
“It’s Steak Day?”
As much as I want it to be a thick and juicy, medium-rare, New York strip from the grill day, I laughed and checked mom’s hearing aids. The battery had died in one of them. It was no wonder she had a hard time discerning my words.
Later, a couple of the aids came over and announced it was my birthday. She heard them and understood. Except, she thought I was Jeanne and the aide was Mary. I asked mom if she would sing Happy Birthday to me, to which she shook her head, smirked, and said, “No way.”
There was no winning with mom on my birthday and I was totally fine with that. This day wasn’t about winning anything, it was about spending time with mom on Steak Day.
I can hardly wait for Halloween.
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