I forgot to mention in my earlier post that my mother is not thrilled at the prospect of turning 90.
Yep, that's pretty close to how Mom feels.
Don't you just love the way human beings are consistent across time? It's the same old aggravation, whether you're going to be 30 or 50 or 90, and the same old resentment at the thought of being THAT old.
When I mentioned to Mother that Jennifer will be forty on her birthday, Mother said, "Oh, my God. I can't believe she's that old."
Naturally I texted the conversation to Jenn three times. She's still snarling.
And that's why it's so nice to have a goal for Mom's birthday greetings. A snarl here, a grin there: it's all good.