Missing my Mom on her Birthday

Today, June 9th,  would have been my mom’s 85th birthday.  Although she died twenty years ago, it seems like just yesterday to me.  I’d like to share a funny story she told me once about her birthday being on June 9…

I don’t remember how old she was when she pulled this stunt, but I still chuckle when I think about it.  My mom grew up on a farm in Osnabruck Center, Ontario.  June 9 on a busy farm meant potato planting time, so every birthday although she dreamt of birthday celebrations, she planted potatoes instead.  One June 9th, she thought she would take the bull by the horns and plan her own birthday celebration, so invited some friends to her home after school.

Her mother apparently did not miss a beat, came in from the garden where she was planting potatoes, and started making sandwiches and a cake.

I admired and miss both of these great women terribly; my mom was stubborn yet determined and her mom the greatest multitasker I’ve ever met. I am proud to be descendants of these wonderful women; hopefully the apple did not fall far from the tree. ( I would have said potato instead of apple, but even I know potatoes do not grow on trees!)



5 thoughts on “Missing my Mom on her Birthday

  1. What a fun story, Lori. Your mom passed at such a young age, which means you were young, too. What a tremendous loss, and I’m sure you miss her every day. A birthday is a wonderful time to remember.

  2. This is a sweet story and bittersweet recollection of a daughter forever missing her mom. My mom died seven years ago this month at age 58 and I miss her every day, so this post really resonated with me. It’s nice to be able to share mom memories on our blogs.

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