Archive for May, 2014

Laughing Together

It doesn’t happen often enough, but when my mother and I can laugh together, I’m reassured that my husband and I made the right decision to live with her during her twilight years. It brings me joy to see her throw her head back and laugh no matter the reason. Typically, jokes might evoke a chuckle or a smile, but her belly laughs are what make me happiest.


Sometimes, we laugh at my cat’s antics. For a twelve-year-old indoor cat, he is active. At no more than eleven pounds, he can shake the house when he runs. It’s amusing to hear the crystal glasses tinkle when he charges after a phantom.

Cat at play

When she was raising eight children, my mother didn’t believe animals should share our home. We were her priority, not tending to cats or dogs or any other kind of critters. We didn’t realize, until we were adults, how hard she had to work to provide food and shelter.


My father was a highly functional alcoholic and my memories of him include cigarettes, coffee, occasional beers and laughter. I remember his deep chuckles, his mischievous titters and his all-out, this is the funniest-thing-ever laughter. He worked long hours at his motel job and I was too naïve to recognize the secreted bottles for what they were. I knew he was the maintenance man at our church and he did all he could to keep up repairs at home. He died when I was twenty-six. My sons were very small, but they, too, have fond memories of their grandfather.


To ease the stress from what must have felt like never-ending potty training, teenaged angst and a husband whose drinking habits hindered his ability to provide for his family, my mother often stepped outside and screamed. She didn’t need anxiety pills or therapy, she just screamed. It grounded her. Then, she resumed whatever task she had been doing, as if nothing had disrupted her routine.


I’ve tried to emulate her stress-relieving tactics with limited success. I’m not as strong as she was or is. Daily, I struggle to remain calm and solid. Every day, my son and I walk several miles and I make certain that taking care of myself is my top priority. Knowing I can never be a proper caregiver if I am not fit, good nutrition is as vital as daily exercise. Deep breathing, meditation and talking to other caregivers help me stay focused.

Rest and Relax

Still, laughter is my best stress-relief.  Most of our shared joy comes at our own expense.

Together, we laugh at our mistakes. We are both grammarians, so if one or the other mis-speaks, and the other catches it, we have an opportunity to laugh. We each have extensive vocabularies and we know how to use words properly, but from time to time an ain’t slips out or I’ll ask – never she – where something is at. Her answer is always, “it’s behind the at.”

Mother and sons

We must find a way to deal not only with the stresses of care giving, but life itself. I recommend laughter. Laugh alone, if you must, but a laugh partner keep the laughter rolling from trickling giggles to guffaws that hurt your sides.

I hope your sides hurt more than your heart.  Please, leave me a comment and share how you handle your stress.

Adult women laughing

What’s your favorite way to laugh?

Who is your laugh partner?

Who tickles your funny bone?

What memory makes you smile every time you think about it?

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