If you are lucky enough to have one, love them hard.
If you don’t love them hard, try to find a way to just love them anyway because they are precious.
I’ve had a lot of time to think about this lately as my siblings and I had the honor of working on putting together a party to celebrate our mother.
My sweet mother will celebrate her 80th birthday Friday, but because we are nothing if not efficient as a family unit, we celebrated it last Saturday when all five of her K’s could be with her.
It’s a rare event when we are all in the same geographical location these days, with two of my sisters, Kellie and Kim, living out of state. The other three K’s, myself, Kay and Kevin, live here and have unfettered access to Mom.
Even though all of us are over 50 years old and have our own grandchildren, the fact that we all get excited to be together is testimony to the woman who was responsible for bringing us into this world.
Mom and her 5 K’s
After a month or so of planning, and group messaging such classic messages as, “We are better than this, people!” And “if you don’t answer this message I will shiv you.”, all of us, along with all of my mother’s grandchildren who could be in town and several members of our vast extended family, celebrated.
We ate, we laughed, we remembered. And, we celebrated the woman who brought our lovingly dysfunctional crew together.
We love each other hard.
This beautiful and classy woman – my Mom – is known to most of you as Dolores Hamilton, the publisher of the Iowa Park Leader. If you see her Friday, let her know the impact she’s had on your life by the simple fact she was born. I hope that was something her children and grandchildren were able to convey to her as we celebrated with her.
We Hamiltons are lucky people, and we know it. We value family and the beautiful creature who is the head of ours.
Happy birthday, Momma. I love you and your legacy.