Today is my mother's birthday.
Phyllis Greene is 91 years old. And still smiling. Maybe she's still smiling from last year's birthday. When she turned 90, the whole family came to
town. My brother, Tim, transformed Mom's living room into the Ohio State Stadium, and Brutus Buckeye and OSU cheerleaders joined us in celebrating Mom, a
lifelong, born and bred fan.
This year, Tim and his daughter Hannah flew in to watch the Saturday game with her. Brutus didn't knock on the door, but we flocked around Mom all
She had sternly (well, as sternly as she gets) insisted that she wanted nothing. No gifts. But here's what she may not be focusing on:
Her birthday is a gift to us.
Today, she and I will eat Stouffer's welsh rarebit on toast and Pepperidge Farm coconut cake. This is our go–to birthday / Thanksgiving / Christmas/
evergreen holiday menu. We love it so much I wish Norman Rockwell would come back to life to paint our pared down family feast.
I took Mom seriously on the no gift thing.
I did make her a Xerox, though, of a plaque from the FeMail Creations catalog. It reads:
"Good morning…this is God. Today I'll be handling all your problems…so sit back, relax, and leave everything to me."
I folded hers in a card with a dog on the front that looked like a fat Lausche.
Happy Birthday, Phyllis Greene. Blessed be.
D.G. Fulford is the author of
Bonus Years with Mom, written with her mother Phyllis Greene. She is also the co-founder of . You can find her at .
Photo credit: Marcia Smilack