For the next few days I’m going to start a mini series about being grateful in honor of Thanksgiving. But instead of a big ‘ol list of happy things, I’m going to tell you a story with each day of thank yous.
Thank god my parents made fun of me throughout my childhood and ruthlessly as a grown up. Thank god they made fun of themselves, made fun of each other, made fun of serious and tragic things, laughed at inappropriate moments, etc etc etc.
My mom is incredibly quick. She is witty and smart and has a sharp tongue. You have to be fast to keep up with her so I had good training. She also is quick to laugh and think odd things are comical. When I get her to crack up, really crack up, it’s like I’ve won a prize.
My dad is the goofy comedian. He’s the one who does imitations of Julia Child while cooking. When I said, “Dad I’m thirsty,” while grocery shopping he would say, “Hi Thirsty! Nice to meet you! I’m Dad!” This aggravated me then, but now it makes me laugh. He tells silly jokes and laughs at himself, he makes it ok to be nerdy and a goofball. We all need that permission.
Humor is the best. I take life seriously, but I also laugh a lot. Things that might seem sad on the surface can actually be really funny. When things aren’t going my way, when a string of unfortunate events occur, making them ridiculous is the best medicine. Cruelty is not the same as humor, but helping others laugh at misfortunes, at themselves, at the general ridiculousness of the world (wedgies on strangers, goofy names, bad haircuts) one of the best feelings in the world.