Mother Lovett: It's My Party And I'll Cry If I Want To.
Mother Lovett was a tiny, tiny, tiny woman.
Let’s just say she had a BIG personality.
She only stood at about 4 feet, 11 inches tall, after osteoporosis had severly hunched her over. She tried her best to (literally) keep her head up, but sometimes it was just too tiring.
The best moments that my cousins and I share involve Mother Lovett. Anyone that knows our family or has crossed paths with us can relate. Unfortunately, but in the MOST lovable way, we often enjoyed a good laugh at her expense.
And still do.
Such as remembering her 87th brithday last April, the last birthday we would have with her.
She was angry, mad, infuriated – whichever way you want to spin it – she was ticked.
She had a fairly good reason. After almost 50 years, we had finally moved her out of the house her husband built. (I know you are wondering which husband, it was her first.)
That house was her life.
But after many falls, bumps, bruises, and scares, along with those other few tiny problems she had – you know, being BLIND and DEAF, and living alone – it was time to move her out.
We had to drag her. She refused to give up ANY pride and admit it was time to go. We mentally, emotionally, and physically could not take it anymore. The fear of her rolling down the landscaped bank while picking weeds, falling face-first on the pavement while carrying sticks to a dump-pile, or getting stuck in the bathtub (all of which did indeed happen), was just too much to bear.
It was very hard on my mom. But it was time for her to move. And we didn’t really give her choice. She had just spent a few months in a rehab facility recovering from her cake-baking heart attack, and my family arranged for her to go to an exceptional assisted living community where she had her own apartment.
It was a fab apartment. Much better cleaner than what I would be moving into within 6 months, after my nuptials. It was big, too.
She moved in about a week before her birthday. In my family, we always have birthday parties in our homes – always. This makes for lots of food, fun, unlimited alcohol, and just a wonderful, hilarious time spent together.
(We also get together most weekends just to hang. Have I mentioned I have the best family ever? )
Her birthday party was set to be on Saturday evening at her daughter’s (my aunt’s) house. All week, she swore up and down she absolutely, definitely was not coming. She was angry with all of us, pouting the majority of the time she spent with us.
Which was all the time. Someone was there 24/7. I really mean that. She was rarely alone.
Friday night comes and we are spending some time together at my aunt’s, sans Mother Lovett. We realize she really is not going to come celebrate her birthday. We are sad, but at this point also fed up with the stubborness. She is safe and in a very nice expensive place.
We got hungry. And we had a perfectly good cake.
Coconut cake. Delish.
So we had a few slices.
Saturday morning, our wonderful friend Barb spends some time with Mother Lovett. Barb tells her that we never know what tomorrow will bring, and we are all together and healthy TODAY, and she shouldn’t pass up this opportunity to spend time together. At the last minute, Mother Lovett decides to come for the party.
There was no time for a new cake.
Probably the first and only time her height ever came in handy.
She never noticed.
42 Comments on “Mother Lovett: It's My Party And I'll Cry If I Want To.”
Sweet, sweet, sweet. Such a beautiful post. Family makes life special, for sure.
Glad you stopped by Heart of A Country Home. My fitness goal is to look like your Pre-fitness show pic! :)
oh man, that’s a great post! my grandma was about that tall too! and feisty as heck!
This post made me laugh. Reminds me of my family! I enjoy that you guys just turned the cake around, hahaha.
Beautiful post, poignantly written! your grandma is quite a character! lol!
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i love this post :) that cake looks delish!!!
LOVE this post, adorable :)
coconut cake sounds fabulous! never had that before, but i certainly want to!
That pic of her with the cake is just adorable :O). It’s so true, you never know what tomorrow will bring – so glad she decided to go at the last minute!!
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That is awesome! I’m glad she decided to go to her party. She sounds like such a fun, special person.
lol *she never noticed…
PRICELESS!! Too cute. I LOVE that you are devoting time to remembering your wonderful grandma and honoring her and your family. What a sweet way to show your family you are, and show others what a truly loving heart you have!!
That is hilarious, and wrong and wonderful all at the same time!
Oh my gosh!! That was a great post!
My husband is going through a similar time with his grandmother right now – she’s 86, stubborn as all heck, and has been living in the house her husband built all those years ago. She too has had many falls and scrapes, thankfully no heartattacks, but the situation worries his family greatly. Luckily, his sister lives right next door, but when the time comes to move her – and I know it’ll be sooner rather than later – it’s not going to be pretty.
I love your stories of your grandmother, they’re beautiful. This one is hilarious because it’s just rings so true with those of us who have or have had a Mother Levett in our lives. The part about the cake – and the picture – are PRICELESS.
That picture is hilarious! I just found your blog from Pioneer Woman. I can’t wait to try some of your recipes :-)
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this is absolutely hilarious! you’ve got a gem of a character in your grandmother to write about, which is so essential in keeping your audience interested, and from what i’ve read so far you’re doing an excellent job!
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That was such a great story!! I had a great grandmother JUST like her and my goodness this brought back memories! I love the picture at the end! Thank you for the laugh/cry!
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That is a lovely story and your grandmother was absolutely adorable! I work in Internal Medicine and really enjoy with these fabulous and often spunky folks.
This so funny, and sweet, Jessica! :) Loved the post!
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Can I be your friend????? Love your blog!!!
Just catching up on your stories and this is TOO cute! Made my morning. :)
That picture is wooonderful! I love this story-you are lovely and Mother is lovely!
This is priceless ~ thank you for sharing : )
I love this story! Sounds like you have a great family :)
Now I’m going to search for a coconut cake recipe….yum..
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Jessica – I was going through your old posts (like the creep that I am) and have to say that I completely and thoroughly enjoy your posts about Mother Lovett. I view my own grandmothers like this and it’s heartwarming reading your posts. When I read the link in a previous post about ‘the time you served Mother Lovett half a birthday cake’, I was expecting half a square cake, not a half eaten one! Made me laugh at work! Thank you for sharing these stories.