I can’t remember celebrating a birthday – and I’ve celebrated a few now – without at least speaking to Mum. So today, as I started my 53rd year on this planet, I wanted to spend part of the day with Mum. Armed with a cake, bought not made, (thank you Morrisons – other supermarkets and indeed cakes are available), I called in. Birthdays mean nothing to Mum and sadly neither did the cake. I handed her a plate several times and each time, she immediately put the plate to one side.
Still, she was cheerful. I took some photos and in this one, Mum delightedly caught sight of someone she knows. This surprised me. She normally doesn’t recognise her herself.
We laughed and sang today. It wasn’t like birthdays in the past but no matter.
“You are lovely,” Mum said at one point. And so is she. Lovely and on my birthday as on other days, still my Mum.