She plays the role of matriarch in our family situation comedy.
But none of the television moms even come close to matching my mother's strengths.
To flesh out that claim, I started to list some of the television moms we have come to love over the decades. It would have been like shooting metaphorical fish in a simile barrel.
The reason is easy. They all lack the most important quality my mother possesses. She is real; they are not.
Today is her birthday. Number 87. She has no trouble with me sharing that number. Unlike some people, her cup of self-confidence overflows. Age is something to wear with pride, not to be feared.
I have missed most of her past six birthdays because I have been in Mexico, and she has been elsewhere.
This year was different. I took her out for a birthday dinner the night before I left. It was a nice change of pace to be able to spend the day with her.
But, with her presence, I can be thousands of miles away and still enjoy her company.
Happy birthday, Mom. I have enjoyed the ride with you.
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