Not Something One Should Forget

Nov 6, 2010 by winjaw

Ever wake up one morning in a cold sweat knowing you forgot something? Something big?

Happened to me yesterday.  Your mind is racing; what the heck is it? And then it hits you and you just slap your head against the wall and go, “now that was dumb.”

It was dumb because in this age of electronics, I got a text reminder, an email reminder and a calendar pop up reminder. One would think that would suffice to remember. But not this time. I got the reminders, remembered I had to follow through and then completely forgot about the reminders. Or, I forgot to remember my reminders that reminded me to remember … or something like that.

I forgot to call my mom on her birthday.

Not a big deal. She only birthed me, changed my diapers, took me to a myriad of sporting, school and extra-curricular activities throughout my life and had the strength and fortitude to not take me out of this world when I would do one of those “what were you thinking” activities.

Now, I never forget the birthdays of the Sons of Thunder, because they will get up very, very early and begin informing me in very loud tones that today is their birthday. Actually, they start before that, usually about a week before with the big birthday countdown.

Nor do I ever forget the special day of the Little Black Dress. That’s because, to put it simply, she does not have a birthday. She has a birth month. Or two.

Let’s just say she savors and draws out that “special day.”
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But my mom does not do the countdown, nor extend the festivities. And I just forgot to call. Now in my defense we did send cards ahead of time, but that really doesn’t replace the very simple task of hitting speed dial.

You know, to call your mom and wish her a happy birthday.

My dad has it figured out. With 12 grandkids, four daughters-in-law and four sons, he has programmed everyone with one of those electronic birthday cards that just automatically go out. You can never say he forgot your birthday.

So despite all the reminders and everything else, I still forgot. And I ate a little crow and hit speed dial and wished her a belated happy birthday. And she was, as always, quite gracious and laughed it off. I had the Sons call her when they got off from school to sing her the “happy belated birthday to you” song. Yes, it was all their fault I forgot.

Anyway, happy birthday mom.

And before I forget, all my wonderful little electronic reminders are reminding me that today is another special day. And this time I won’t forget.

Happy birthday dad.