For years, I eagerly opened
Reader's Digest and read the section titled "Laughter is the Best Medicine." In fact, eventually
a book was published with the same title that contained many of the stories included in that column. My mother subscribed for a very long time and when she and my father moved here to Tucson, I rarely turned down the opportunity to catch up with the column.
Another proponent of laughter (and a whole bunch of other things that sustained him for years and I believe enriched the world we live in) was
Norman Cousins. I came to know of him because one of my classmates in eighth grade was one of his children. I also met him, so to speak, through the pages of the
Atlantic Monthly (one of my favorite publications for many years) for which he was an editor. He was also the editor of the
Saturday Review in which he once published an article (also appeared in the
New England Journal of Medicine) that eventually became part of a book titled
Anatomy of an Illness. The story also became a
movie starring Ed Asner as Mr. Cousins. Here's the movie
plot summary.
The effect of his book under the title "Laughter Remains Good Medicine" was also written about in
Science Daily.
So, what's my point?
My son, his wife, and their two boys (my grandsons) flew here to stay nine days with us over the holidays. After a good night's sleep the evening of their arrival, we soon were introduced to -- among many things -- Olivia, which is my younger grandson's favorite show on
Nick, Jr. If you haven't met Olivia yet either through the
book or the show, I invite you to listen to the
theme song.
The ten days they were here were packed with laughter, adventures in our yard, trips to fly a model airplane, and photography (we gave our eight year old grandson his first camera which yielded many photos including this one):
We enjoyed a lot of sunshine and fresh air, too, thanks to Mother Nature who provided some of the best holiday warm weather we've experienced in a while.
One would think that after they left the house was too quiet (true) and sad (actually, not true since the joy experienced here is still vibrating in the walls, I think).
But, oh do we miss them all!!
However, I went to my usual Saturday morning gathering where the topic was dealing with aging and joined several friends in expressing the happiness that comes from sharing time with children. In spite of discouragement, frustration, and sadness on another front, I realize that I not only
feel happier inside, I also am motivated to complete a number of tasks much more sooner than later. This is a very good thing. I think laughter had a lot to do with it.