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Laughter is a Precious Gift

I talked to Mom this morning and got the usual guilt trip; no one ever calls, no one ever visits, all of her friends have died. As she continued on and on about how bad everything is, I was thinking that she’s right, I don’t call or stop in as often as I should. I could stop more often but have chosen not to because she’s gotten so grumpy over the years. In my usual fashion, I joked with her: “Well, Ms. Merry Sunshine, maybe if you had nicer things to say, more people would call or visit. C’mon, Mom, less gloom and doom, it’s not that bad.”

She laughed and told me to quit being such a jokester. But that’s who I am and it’s all that my mom and siblings have come to expect from me. I am not the child who manages her money. I am not the one who does her yard work. She does not ask me to drive her to doctors appointments or to the store. I am the one they ask to bring store-bought dinner rolls and beverages for the holidays. One year they let me make the green bean casserole! But I was never asked again. I am and have always been the class clown, the prankster, and the family entertainment.

After our call today, I felt frustrated with Mom. Why do I even bother? I thought. She never asks about me, my kids, or work. During our call, she mentioned that one of my brothers who lives out of state calls her four times a week. When she said that, I thought: So much for her claim that no one ever calls, … and, man, is he a glutton for punishment or what?

She went on to tell me about their new house and what his kids were all doing, that his golf game is getting better. They are going to his wife’s family for Christmas this year, but he’ll be home for her birthday. He even asks her what the sermon was about on Sundays. Geez, how could I possibly compete with that?

It suddenly hit me. I wasn’t even really listening to her! And Lord, if you were responsible for that, thank you! I needed it. When Dad died, we all agreed we’d each do our part in caring for Mom, but what had I ever done? Put in my time just enough to stay off the list of people she complained about. What could I do for her anyway? They all had it covered.

It’s hard to admit that I have been so selfish. Deep down, I’ve resented the fact that I was so quickly dismissed from any real responsibility by my siblings. I know I bear the responsibility for that. I’ve gladly accepted the role of being the one who could always make Mom laugh but could never really be counted on for anything else.

Had I been listening to her all these years, I would have known that her grumpiness is just to disguise her loneliness. She never was one simply to ask for help when she needed it; she was always the strong and proud matriarch.

The fact is, I haven’t done my share in caring for Mom, and it’s up to me to change that. I’ll work on my relationship with my siblings another day. Today is about Mom. I struggled with how I could start helping after all these years. What could I do for her that wasn’t already being done?

Aha! I’ve got it. I can do what I’ve always done, make her laugh. How long has it been since I’ve sat with her and told her the funny stories of my life? How long has it been since I’ve made her really laugh? I showed up on Mom’s doorstep to night with a bottle of her favorite wine and asked if she had time to visit. I poured her a glass and didn’t ask what she’s been up to because I knew the answer to that. Instead I just started telling her stories, and in no time she was laughing. I’ve missed hearing her laugh; she has a really great laugh.

It may not seem like much, but I asked her if she’d like to make this a weekly date, and she was thrilled to accept. Maybe my role in caring for Mom is to keep her laughing. That’s the one thing I know I can do for her.

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  1. April 3, 2012 at 6:32 am | Posted by patsy riley

    That God would empower us as we care for our mothers even when they do not respond the way we think they should respond. Listening for His still small voice, seeking His lead, leaning on Him for the joy we long to see in them in the midst of their pain. Can we agree this is not an easy task but one that cries out to God for the answers of how to make their final years worth living...;-)


    • April 20, 2012 at 11:54 am | Posted by Leandro

      I found the book, Stages of Senior Care, very informative. I did not raezile that planning to be a senior was as serious as planning for a child to go to college. Where should they go, what should they study and how will we pay for it. Now it is getting to a time for me to talk to my parents and ask similar questions about where do you want to be, what does you retirement look like, etc. It was a life changing read for me.


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