Call your mother on her birthday!

I blew it pretty bad yesterday evening.  It really was a wonderful evening.  We did all the normal homeschool stuff, played a couple of dummy hands of Rook, then sat down to eat dinner.  Lorena cooked up some steaks on the grill which we ate with white rice and a nice salad with olive oil, balsamic vinegar, and soy sauce dressing.  It was wonderful, but half way through dinner my cell phone rang.  I saw that it was Grandma Sarah.

I said, “Hi Mom.”

She said, “Hello”, then she just waited.

I said “What’s up?”

She said, “It’s my birthday!”

Boy did I feel rotten.  The whole family sang an impromptu  “Happy Birthday” to her around the table, but it really was not enough.  Calling your mother on her birthday is not an optional thing.  We had planned earlier to get together on Saturday to take Grandma Sarah and Lorena to Red Lobster with Dad because Lorena’s birthday is on the fourteenth and Grandma Sarah’s is on the eighteenth, but that really, really, really is not enough.

To make matters worse, after we sang, she said, “That was nice.  Did you know I had to call all of my kids?  No one called me.”

Grandma Sarah is a very gracious woman, but we really went too far (or not far enough?) this time.  Lorena is usually the champion at remembering her birthday, because their birthdays are so close to each other and she truly loves Grandma Sarah.  I cannot image what went wrong.

DO NOT FORGET TO CALL YOUR MOTHER ON HER BIRTHDAY!!!!

P.S.  I got a nice comment from a lady, Lois, who has read our blog.  I mainly keep this blog so that once a year I can print it out to add our scrapbook so we can give some context to our pictures.  I have no idea who reads this, but it was a pleasure to get the note.  If anyone else out there wants to let us know they read this, we would love hearing from you.  The first time you leave a comment, I have to approve it (to defeat the spam), then you can post freely whenever you like!