One year, like many other women, my mom reached an age at which she decided, “That’s it; I don’t want to get any older.”
“From now on,” she announced, “I am going to turn 26 every year.”
That May, my younger sister made her First Holy Communion, and at one of the rehearsals, the nun went around asing all the kids to give their parents’ ages (looking back, none of us can understand why the nun needed to know this information). Little Sister hopped into the car after practice and proudly told my mom, “The nun wanted to know how old you were, but don’t worry—I told her that you are always 26.”
This year, to celebrate another one of my mom’s 26th birthdays, we went to Genghis Grill, which offered my mom a free bowl for her birthday.
Mom and Dad