Thursday again, and I'm hopping away on the:
OK then, nothing like being asked to produce funny on the spot that is nearly guaranteed to freeze me up in my place. (OK, yeah you have figured out that my M.O. with these things is to complain about the meme in a funny way for a long time, and then comply with it. Leave a girl her dignity and pretend you didn't notice, okay?)
Funny, OK, funny... holy crapola, batman, my mind is a total blank. Maybe it's the sleep deprivation... eight bloody years of one ASD early-riser coupled with an ADD late-to-bed insomniac yakking away at midnight have taken their toll. My brain is not what it used to be, the steel trap has transformed into leaky sieve.
So many stories swirling round my brain... but this one has sparkled and caught my mind's eye:
My father passed away in mid March of this year. Instead of holding a funeral at the time, we had him cremated (according to his wishes) and then, a few weeks later, we held a memorial gathering to celebrate his life and his work, and also the 93rd birthday he nearly made it to. This was also according to his wishes, matching his upbeat, larger-than-life personality. He wanted a festive gathering in his honor, he wanted a party, so we gave him one.
On March 28th, nearly a hundred family members and friends, residents and staff of the assisted living community where he and my mother lived gathered in the common room to celebrate my dad. I needed for my kids to be there, to see family, to say goodbye to their Grandpa, to remind their sad, sad Grandma that life goes on. But I was worried about Jacob and his ability to sit still and remain quiet while I gave the main eulogy at the start of the event.
Turns out I was worrying needlessly. Jake sat right in front of me, next to my husband, and throughout my long eulogy he remained quiet as a mouse, not even a peep, his eyes trained on me the whole time. I guess I gave quite a performance, because when I finished the crowd applauded (which embarassed me thoroughly).
Seeing all the people around him clapping for his mother, Jake joined in enthusiastically, then upped the ante by encouraging me with a shouted out: "Great job, Mom!"
A wave of laughter spread through the room, and it was just what we needed to start up the next part of the day: everyone sharing our funny stories and memories of Dad, including retelling all his favorite, awful, pun-filled jokes. See? Sometimes it's good to have someone who is completely unaware of the social rules with you, to shake things up a bit.
I was so proud of my son for his ability to find his calm listening space, and for showing his support for me so vocally at the end. You, rocked, Jakey! (Ethan, on the other hand, played his DS throughout the event, but I'm guessing that was his way of keeping the scary, sad feelings comfortably at bay.)
So now, come hop along with me....