I don’t buy green bananas
Sherri T.
When my mother became ill toward the end of her life, she knew that her time was limited.
I remember asking her one day how she was feeling. Her reply: “Let’s put it this way. I don’t buy green bananas.” With her days numbered, she likely would not be around long enough to see them ripen.
It is not easy to recall these words. They represent a very sad time in our lives. But they are certainly worth citing because they provide a good reminder of her strengths: her wits and her humor.
My mother’s constant search for a good laugh always served her in good stead. It helped her get through some difficult times in her life. In the face of very challenging circumstances, she managed to find a way to make us all smile.
She used to say “laughter is the best medicine.” She was right even though she never lived to see the volumes of medical literature on its positive effects on health and well-being.
Apparently when we laugh, our heart rate, breathing and blood pressure all rise. Oxygen surges through our bodies and reduces our blood pressure. Increased blood flow helps protect against heart attacks and other heart-related problems.
Laughter has also been found to reduce blood sugar. Seriously? Bring on the cake – I will laugh it off later.
Another great finding: laughter burns calories. A hearty laugh gives the muscles of the face, chest, diaphragm and stomach a good workout. Who knew? I am going to ditch the treadmill and jog my insides with a few good jokes.
How did my mother know all this? She was no MD, just an MRS.
Truth be told, she didn’t know any of the science. She just knew the art.
She knew the art of bringing people together and how to make them feel welcome. She knew how to create a relaxed atmosphere with a few warm and always funny words. In fact, she kept a cabinet full of jokes and stories brimming with fresh material for all occasions.
To this day, I remember her bright smile. And I still laugh – and cry – when I see green bananas.
Your Mom sounds like she had a special instinct about how to heal what ails one. She would have made the perfect Dr. for house calls, knowing exactly what to do, armed with a black medical bag filled with vials of jokes and syringes of funny stories, ready to inject a dose of some of that laughter.
Who needs an MD after your name when you already have a BAcc …a degree in accounting of re-accounting and common sense.
Your Mom was very special indeed.