If you can't laugh, you will cry

I started writing stories of my childhood about a year ago. I like to write. I knew that I wanted to do something with them in a book but I didn't know how to connect them. Then I needed a mental therapy break from the rigors of caring for both my invalid 93 year old mother-in-law that lives in our home and my rapidly aging parents who don't live close enough for me to look in on daily. That is how the blog was born. My mother-in-law was old when I met her, she was in a wheel chair, could not even turn over in bed by herself. My parents on the other hand were young in spite of their age. They were still driving long distances out of state to visit relatives and doing pretty much what they wanted to do. I was blindsided by their rapid descent into old age. Over night they became old. It is a scary thing when the people you have always depended on for advice are not making good decisions and they certainly are not accustomed to asking for your advice. I think their new theme is "You are not the boss of me".

Thank goodness we have a sense of humor in our family genes that was passed down to most of the family. We look for laughter in every situation, sometimes it is difficult to find but we persevere. I am writing this blog to let other people in my generation know that they are not alone. If the parent parenting deal has not happened to you yet and you are lucky enough to have aging parents, it will happen. If you have not started a family yet you have no basis for understanding the parenting issues. You will. I hope you can laugh through some of the things your children will do and I hope that you will learn through this blog to laugh through what your parents will do. I write about my childhood to give a glimpse in to what wonderful parents they were and what they had to put up with raising us. Perhaps we earned them.

What ever happens to me in the aging process, I hope I can hold on to the laughter.