Let me start by saying, “Laugh!” Feel better? Of course, you do. I received an email from someone who was uncomfortable with aging-humor. Sorry! If I couldn’t laugh sometimes, I would be curled up crying all the time. And let’s face it. My mom is often funny. And deep down…she knows it. Is it disrespectful? Don’t think so. I think it is appreciative and creates memories I will feel blessed to have someday…like –
Mom – Your brother makes better peanut butter and hash than you do!
Mom – Where’s my blowjob (nebulizer)?
Mom – That nurse thinks her shit doesn’t stink. Mine does, and she knows it!
Mom – I think you need to change the batteries in my ears.
Mom (after receiving several phone calls from me over the course of a week or so) – What? You think I’m dying or something?
A friend recently talked about how exhausted she was being a caregiver for her mother. How overwhelmed. Many of us have been there (or will be). I try to keep this blog upbeat, but there are often times when it is hard to breathe. When this happens, what I try to remember all the conversations that start with, “You are so lucky your mother is still alive…”