Eighty. That is how old my mother is today.
You'd never guess it based on how she looks and gets around. Okay, now I think she sleeps in until perhaps 6:30 AM instead of all those 5:30 AM mornings from my younger days. (Was it that early? Who knows? She was the only one up.)
I could not possibly sum up all the things she has done for me and my family over the years--laundry, meals, driving me to and from practices and games, clean up around the house, tending the garden, eventually getting a job as secretary for the water utility, parents' groups, etc.... Rarely do I recall a time when she said that something was going to be inconvenient for her. It would probably make her tired to recall everything. No wonder she always fell asleep when we put in a movie for the whole family to watch.
I teach my catechism class that they will never truly appreciate how much their parents have done for them until they are doing it for their own children. After 20+ years of being a parent myself, I think I am starting to get some idea on how much both my parents have done for us. It was usually taken for granted. It isn't anymore.
For what it is worth, I think I can say I truly appreciate what they have done for me for all of those years.
Happy Birthday, Mom.