Tomorrow is my actual birthday, but today I received 7 birthday cards in the mail, all from someone named Minnie Cardshower. Ahem. This someone, who numbered the cards, so I might open them in the order sent, was my mother.
You may recall that in January, on the occasion of my mother's 80th birthday, I had arranged a card shower for her! This was a sweet "payback." The first 6 cards made me giggle--all sorts of hilarity--and the 7th made me cry.
Possibly they were meant to arrive day-by-day in the mail, but, thanks to the Presidents Day holiday and a change in the local USPS distribution center, they all came today. I am tickled. And teary-eyed.
Thanks, Mom. And, of course, Dad! (But it was Mom's handwriting. Etc.) And thanks to my daughter, soon to break my eggshell heart by leaving the nest for college, for the roses.
"You must change your life," said Rilke. So that's what I keep doing. I worked as an actor, wrote for an encyclopedia, edited a literary magazine, and taught college English courses. Now I write poetry, blog "eight days a week," and listen to birdsong.