Poco said more than I confessed last week. Propriety won that round. But then I thought, why not tell the rest of the story. So, here goes. Poco, at the base of the stairs, added, “And some day if you piddle, or make a mess, I’ll wipe it up, like you used to do for me.”
Well, it’s one thing for my Grand to hold my hand for support, but quite another to promise to tend me when I lose control over more than if I want jello or pudding. A stark reminder that she’s eleven and I’m eighty-two and things happen to old bodies. There are plenty of birthday cards with humorous reminders. You sent me some. Take these, for example.
“Everyone gets to be young once. Your turn’s over.”
“You know you’re getting old when you can laugh, cough, sneeze and pee all at the same time!”
And for those who’d hoped for something more “biblical”… This one’s for you. The front of the card shows a police officer beside a car that’s been pulled over. He’s talking to a priest. “Reverend, have you been drinking?” The priest replies, “Just water, officer.” “”Then Reverend, why do I smell wine?” To which the priest replies, “Good Lord! He’s done it again!” That one’s from my California family.
So why the humor? Perspective. Life’s overloaded on weeping and ranting. Sometimes laughter is the best evidence of the hope within us. When I look in the mirror, I try to see the gift of years.
The word mirror brought back a memory from my forties. Some of you know the story. So skip ahead or come for a second helping. Choose while you can. (Think jello or pudding, Sweetie?)
It was a wintry school morning. I hauled myself out of bed to make oatmeal. Heading to the kitchen, I passed a full length mirror in the hallway. Shouldn’t have, but looked. I saw a woman in a flannel nightgown. Her hair stuck out like she’d been electrocuted but survived. The gown and she looked slightly dis-eased. A moment of utter despair when I recognized her. About then, Jud came out of the bedroom. He wrapped his arms around me and smiled that grin that got him in and out of trouble more than once. As he looked over my head into the same mirror, Jud whispered, “Don’t believe everything you see.”
I had to laugh. Then told him that was one of the best gifts he’s even given me. Still is.
And speaking of not believing everything you see, I think more folks would inch closer to considering Christianity if they heard us bent over in laughter more than bent in prayer on a football field. But that’s a topic for another day.
So, to end with a smile. The sign read: “”If you could be skinny for life or never eat another taco, would you choose soft or hard shell?”
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