​We All Make Mistakes

 And let me tell you this weekend, mine was a doozy.  I am one of those people who is always doing a million things at a time, always rushing around (how I broke my toe) and never has an empty to-do list.
 
I’m also the sort who loves my family and will usually put them first. Like most mom, it’s second nature for our interests to take a back seat to what’s best for the family. I truly believe my family knows I would do anything for them, including march into hell and back.
 
Sadly, you sure wouldn’t have known that this weekend. I have been wanting to get something long-lasting and maybe even a little fun for my grandson for his second birthday. Another friend told me that silver dollars were a great gift. One for every year. So they look forward to getting them, can play with them on their birthday, and will have an investment all at the same time.  So I went ahead and did that. Sorted through an old box of my father in law’s and picked out the nice silver dollars. In my mind, birthday responsibility solved. All I have to remember is a small cake when they come next week to celebrate my grandson and husband’s birthdays together.
 
All set- right? Wrong. Saturday was a long day. Nothing went quite the way I planned and I spend a couple of hours working on an action plan for my mom’s care for the next six months or so. Rather distressing to have it in plan, but that meant I was late for my weekly dinner with a friend. In my car, hurrying to meet my friend, I called my daughter to update her. She answers the phone greeting me as Oma which cues me that she’s with my grandson. I say hi baby boy, Oma loves you. Then I move right into, I’m running late and want to update her. My daughter in her sweet voice asks, ‘Don’t you want to say something to Carter?’ – and I’m like – and this is a quote – ‘Not really’. See where this is going yet? I continue, ‘I’m running late and don’t have much time and I want to update you on Gramma.” To which my daughter chuckles and says ‘That’s okay, you can wish Carter a Happy Birthday next year.’ OYE!
 
Fortunately, my daughter still loves me and if no one reminds him, my grandson will never know!
 
Does your family make a big fuss about birthdays? I’m going to have to get in the habit!
 
Enjoy your week! 

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