100th anniverary of the day I became a mother

100 years ago, I became a mother. It's odd now, her being 100 and me being 130. I guess that's what modern science is all about. Yet here we are, two frail, old women that spend our days going on walks, watching tv, and visiting with our grandchildren and great-grandchildren. I never thought that the two of us would outlive my husband and her little sister, my other sweet baby, but we did. So it's pretty much just us now day-to-day, and I count myself lucky to still have her. I thank the stars that she has her children and grandchildren in her life. Sometimes I feel like a burden, the extremely elderly tagalong, yet we take care of each other. Someday, my body will give out and that's okay, because I know that she has a life full of love and that's all I've ever wanted for her. I'm fortunate that I got to stare at her perfect face as an infant, and watch it grow and change and become full of laugh lines, and wrinkles, that mark the days of her life.