My mother turned 90 two years ago, but we never did have the big party we’d planned to celebrate. We were going to invite all her family and friends, because we believed that reaching 90 years of age was a big deal, and should be celebrated in a big way. But then Covid showed up, and Mom’s birthday celebration was added to the long list of things the pandemic ruined. We thought we’d just wait a year and throw her a big 91st birthday party instead. But that didn’t happen either, because my husband was in the hospital on her birthday, and for many days afterwards.
Sadly, Mom has now reached the point where the big celebration we had hoped to throw would just overwhelm her. So last Sunday, I was going to host a birthday party for immediate family and a few close friends. But then a family member was exposed to Covid, and we knew that having the party as scheduled was not a good idea. Mom settled for dinner with two of her daughters and son-in-laws, and she seemed fine with that.
Yesterday, I was planning to go to a metro book fair that I hadn’t been to in three years. It’s an excellent source for good books at very reasonable prices. But as I was pulling out of our driveway I noticed that our dog was outside in our yard. At first I wasn’t worried, since my husband was home and I figured he’d let Finn back inside soon. But it was 102 degrees outside, and our yard doesn’t have much shade. The further I got from home, the more I worried, so I finally pulled over and called my husband, just to be sure he’d brought Finn in. My husband didn’t answer, not that time or the five other times I called. I even called some neighbors, but no one was home.
I know my husband is very responsible, and I really wanted to go to this book fair. But I was also worried about my dog. By the time I got to the book fair, I knew I couldn’t stay, so I simply drove back home. The dog, of course, was inside the house, sleeping peacefully. I almost decided to just stay home and forget the whole thing, but I didn’t. I drove all the way back to the fair, and spent a very pleasant afternoon browsing through the books.
It’s hard to plan things these days and, it can sometimes seem almost pointless to count on anything happening when we want it to. It can be tempting to simply stop trying. But that’s no way to live. Sometimes we need to be both stubborn and flexible, willing to reschedule and be patient in order to get what we want. Sometimes, persistence really is the key.
We have a new date set for Mom’s birthday party, but if we have to, we’ll reschedule again, until it happens. And it took a lot of time and effort to get to the book fair this year, but it was worth it. I had fun, and came home with a big bag of new books to read. As the old saying goes, “if at first you don’t succeed, try, try again……”