In honor of my mom, @Lois Batten’s birthday I’m reposting this one. She’s still the bomb diggity.
By Lisa Batten Kunkleman
“Lisa I just realized I’m old. How did that happen?” Mom says.
I say, “Beats me. You may be up there chronologically but you sure don’t act it. You and Betty White are ‘Da Bomb Diggity’.”
Today is Mom’s birthday. Number eighty-something. Unbelievable. She can’t believe it either. If nobody let on about her age, people would continue thinking she is much younger than her octogenarian status, confirmed only by her birth certificate.
As it is, we use her age to shock folks who are chattering away, to her or in her presence, about So and So who is really elderly, and still driving.
They chat on not knowing they are talking to a contemporary of the “elderly” person they’re mentioning.
“Well, I’m almost eighty-eight,” Mom tosses out with a smile.
The conversation stops while the speaker stares at her in disbelief. “You’re not serious…
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