The mom who, at 70, is not afraid to put a pink streak in her hair. Learn to blog. Give into Facebook. Reinvent herself. Watch the kids “for as long as it takes.”
Share a bottle of wine at a Galician cafe. Get sappy. Get political. Dance silly in public. Dance silly in private. Call herself a feminist. Sing off-key. Lift more weights than I can. Give the kids two desserts (you think I don’t know?). Recognize the value of a karaoke machine. Show the world what it means to be a Grandma. Leave the blog comments that make me cry.
The mom who will always always tell me what’s on her mind. And always, always tell me that she loves me.
If this is what 70 looks like, I’m not afraid of it one bit.
I love you Mom. You’re amazing.