I remember distinctly my mother, brown, short hair in her eyes, trying to teach me how to get rid of my hiccups.
I remember drinking water in, from upside down, learning how to avoid sending it out my nose, holding my breath, breathing out, following her instructions until they were gone. I knew she loved me because she did not want even hiccups to bother me in my day.
I wrote these thoughts down in my journal a long time ago. I found them last night when I was thinking back on my mom's birthday. We spent the day in downtown San Diego, doing things we hadn't done before. This was her birthday request. After drinking and eating the unnecessary amounts typical of celebrations, we took a tour of the USS Midway, a navy boat museum in the bay. Halfway through the tour I got the hiccups. "Too much chocolate cake", one of the docents offered. How did he know? My mom stopped her audio tour and helped me conquer the hiccups, just like she has always made my happiness a priority.
Happy Birthday Mom!