Saturday, January 9, 2021

For the Love of Music

There are moments in one's life as a mom when you wonder what parts of you and who you are as a person will resonate and connect with your kids. Fortunately, I have found that my love of music is one of those connectors for me with my kids.  When I reflect back on my life, I have vivid memories of certain songs and singers during my youth, which were inspired by my parents such as Motown, The Beatles, The BeeGees, Barbra Streisand, Diana Ross, and Dionne Warwick, just to name a few.

In the distance, upstairs in his bedroom, I hear son #3 singing along with Elton John...he's my youngest - 14 years old and singing along with "Tiny Dancer" and then "I'm Still Standing."  And earlier when he was in the shower, he had music from Post Malone blasting though his MegaBoom speaker.  His love of music is eclectic..just like mine.  Actually, all of my kids are this way.  Bonus point for me as their mom!  

I love that my love of music has actually been passed on to them.  This really does make my heart sing with joy!  Months ago on separate days, I could hear son #3 singing along with Ed Sheerin "Perfect" or "Thinking Out Loud" behind his closed bedroom door.  He kept starting and stopping the songs multiple times, restarting the songs until he could sing them perfectly along with Ed.  And then on other days I have heard him privately singing songs from the musicals "Newsies"or "The Greatest Showman."  And then once in a while I will hear him singing the "Chaplet of the Divine Mercy."  God Love Him!

It brings a HUGE smile to my face hearing his young voice trying to sound so adult-like, with no hesitation because he thinks no-one is "watching and listening" to him.  Ahhh....but I am.  And loving every moment of it!  Treasuring these fleeting moments in time...I could listen to him and my other kids sing for hours.  They were all given the gift of voice, a gift I don't quite have.  (However, I do have the gift of dance, which they all have that gift, too!)  My kiddos have amazing, beautiful singing voices and have all been involved in one manner or another with church choirs, school choirs, theater programs and school  musical plays, high school show choirs, and/or national choirs at Carnegie Hall.

Where did the years go?  I miss seeing them performing on stage and singing at school Masses.  I know I still have a few more years with my youngest child son #3, but time is going way too fast.  I wish I could slow it down.  I pray son #3 will use his "gift of voice" when he goes to high school in Fall 2021.  My kids used to tease me saying I was a "crazy stage mom" when I would want to video tape them singing/performing. But soon those memories will be what I enjoy watching when they have all grown up, moved away and started their own families or followed their callings in life.

During the last several years when I hear certain artists/musical theater/songs, it reminds me of my kids:

Son #1 - U2's song "Elevation", Journey's song "Don't Stop Believing" and songs from the 1980's.

One and only daughter - Taylor Swift songs, any songs from the musical "Wicked" and the TV show Glee, especially the songs "Take Me or Leave Me",  "Loser Like Me" and "ABC."

Son #2 - Justin Bieber songs, Justin Timberlake's song "Can't Stop the Feeling" and songs from the musicals Newsies and Aladdin.

Son #3 - Ed Sheerin songs, and songs from the musicals Newsies and The Greatest Showman.

I look forward to how the music my kids are growing up with will shapes their lives as adults, and how they will pass it on.







Sunday, August 14, 2016

I Know He Is Ready To Fly!

My heart is feeling really heavy right now.   It has been for the last couple of weeks.  Son #1 is leaving for college in 5 days, and I am happy and sad - all at the same time!  I have known this day would be coming since the day he was born.  I just didn't realize back then how fast this day would arrive now.

I am sad because:
* He is leaving for college.  Life with him for the last 18 years flew by at warp speed, and it's not stopping.  He really is leaving.
* His father and I changed him with our divorce.  This was an adult decision that needed to happen, but it still makes me sad when he shares with me how it made him feel - for a really long time.  I am sad because he was sad.
* I am going to miss hearing him tell me he loves me, his hugs and kisses good night and the ones he gave me just because.
* I am going to miss spending time with him.  Sharing a meal with him and the jokes he would share at the dinner table.
* I am going to miss the late night conversations we would have about so many interesting things - what was going on in his life, sports, friends, school, experiences at work, etc. - this time with him meant so much to me.
* He is not going to need me as much anymore (if at all) - and that's ok - but it still makes me sad.
* I worry about him - a lot.  I want him to continue to make smart choices at college.
* I am going to miss seeing him with his 2 brothers and sister.  Watching him teach and play sports with his brothers would melt my heart.  Hearing him having a conversation with his sister - and then there would be laughter and silly pictures and videos they would be sharing with each other - again - this melted my heart.    Not having all 4 of my children together anymore doesn't feel quite right.
* The day has arrived where he will now use the wings I gave him to fly.  There was a time when I wasn't sure he would use his wings - but then he pleasantly started showing me signs that he was getting ready to use them.  And now he is ready to fly!  I know I was supposed to give him wings and I know that if he flies, then I did my job as a mom.   But it still doesn't make any of this any easier.  It still makes me sad.

I am happy because:
* He is happy.  He is excited to go to college.  This was something he wanted and he worked hard during the spring to complete his college applications (on his own) and apply to the colleges he wanted to (and some I didn't even know he was going to apply to).
* He is looking forward to being part of a fraternity, getting involved at college, meeting new people and making new friends.
* He knows (at least at this time) what he wants to major in - Sports Broadcast Journalism.
* He wants a new chapter in his life to begin.  He is looking forward to a chapter that doesn't have him surrounded by a constant reminder of his parent's divorce.
* He still tells me he loves me and gives me hugs and kisses good night, and just because for no special reason, other than I'm his mom.  His hugs are good hugs - they are full arm embraces with a little squeeze.
* He still loves me as his mom and likes spending time with me - as I do with him.
* He still needs me - sometimes.
* He has a strong faith in God, and considers himself a spiritual person.
* He is a great kid that makes smart choices - never got in trouble in high school with drugs, drinking, sex or the law.  (I pray he stays that way in college.)
* He has an amazing smile - a wonderful laugh - a witty sense of humor.
* He really does love his siblings A LOT!  He has not always been the best at showing them that - but during this last year he has made huge strides in trying to show them and tell them what they mean to him.
* When I look at him, I see his wings because he smiles when he talks about going to college - he really is ready to fly.  THAT MAKES ME HAPPY!

As I look at the face of a young man, feeling ready to head into adulthood, I still see the face of a little baby that slept in my arms.  I see the little boy I would hold and dance around his room with, singing Broadway show tunes to him.  I see the child who would hold my face in his hands and kiss it endlessly, and would tell me I was the best mommy in the world, and repeatedly how much he loved me.

Even though this moment in time all feels really sad right now - I am also truly happy for him!  I know he is quietly feeling a little nervous and possibly scared about what the future holds for him at college, but I believe in him!  I know he can do it!  Knowing he is feeling ready for the next chapter in his life, brings me joy and peace!  We made it together - and he is more than ready to fly!  I am so proud of him!!  I love you so much, Son #1!

Saturday, April 23, 2016

Another Chapter of Motherhood

It's happening...the next chapter of my life is about to begin...and I am not sure I am ready for it.  Well, really it is my first born child's next chapter, but it feels like it is mine, too!  His high school graduation is in a couple of weeks, and I am feeling all kinds of emotions.

Where has the last 18+ years gone?  I can remember like it was yesterday, the birth of Son #1.  I remember being pregnant with him and watching a television show called "What Every Baby Knows" that was hosted by Dr. Brazelton (most people may not remember who he is) about birthing and babies and I was always CRYING when I watched his show.  I had so many fears.  However, I think it was because no matter how many books I read, shows I watched and classes I took, I still didn't feel prepared enough for that new chapter in my life.  Birthing a baby and then becoming a parent! 

I wanted to be the best mom possible.  I wasn't sure how to do that, but I was determined to figure it out.  He would be my world - my new focus.  I would meet all his needs.  I would hold him and love him - and not let him cry it out.  I would nurse him for as long as he wanted (which was until he was 20 months old).  I would make his baby food from scratch and make sure he ate healthy food.  I would sing to him, dance with him, read to him and teach him all I knew about God and the Catholic Church.  I would comfort him when he cried.  I would rock him to sleep, if that was what he needed.  I would grow in the area of patience, understanding, and trust.  I would love him unconditionally.

Over the years, he has definitely tested my love.  The times when it was most hard to love him, he needed my love the most!  And with faith and belief, that he was more than his behavior reflected, I loved him through it.  And I continue to love him.  And always will.

There have been moments during the last 18 years when I felt like I "failed" as a mother (in my eyes), and I wanted a "do-over" with my child.  But then an "angel" would appear in my life at just the right time to remind me that "no one is perfect - just love yourself and him through it" and things would feel better.

I am a better mother to my other children because of him.  Life with him still has it challenges and struggles, but God continues to teach me Mercy, Grace and Forgiveness through him.

The chapter of motherhood never really ends; the look of it just changes.  And considering my youngest, Child #4 is only in 3rd grade, I am far from over with the early part of that chapter of my life.  I am currently having to straddle the fence of having children in grade school and children getting ready for college, and living two different chapters of life can at times be overwhelming and exhausting.  But it is worth it.  Because this is where God calls me to be.  With all of its challenges and frustrations, amazing and  incredible moments - I am a mother, through and through.  This was one of my callings in this life on earth.  And I thank God every day for being responsible for the lives of other human beings.

The Blessed Virgin Mary lived through the joys and sufferings of her son Jesus - I have so much to learn from her when I am experiencing both joys and sufferings with my own children.  What a beautiful example of motherhood she is for us mothers!

As Son #1 begins a new chapter in his life, I pray that he always has God at the center of his life, as He is at mine.  I pray that God will be his navigator.  And I hope he knows that with love comes sacrifices - but he has always been worth it!  I LOVE YOU SON #1!  CONGRATULATIONS!

Saturday, March 7, 2015

Is High School REALLY The Best Days Of Our Life?

In May 2015, it will be 30 years since I graduated from high school.  As I think back on my high school years and compare them to the one's my children are living through currently, I am pretty sure, high school (for me) was NOT the best days of my life, and that also seems to be true on many days, for my teenagers.  Don't get me wrong, high school had some great times and some wonderful memories.  But it also had a whole lot of crap.  Stuff that I am more than happy to not repeat, even though some might think it made for a good life lesson.  Some of those lessons, I'm not sure I needed.  The peer pressures around me when I was between 14-18 years old, such as kids doing drugs, smoking pot, getting drunk on weekends, and having casual sex with whoever will join them, was fairly noticeable.  Fortunately, I never gave in to any of those pressures and took part in those activities.  Sadly, the peer pressures from decades ago, are still the same for kids all these years later -  but starting much younger.

It also seems the intensity and negative impact from these peer pressures has increased, probably in large part due to the internet, social media websites and apps, smart phones and all the other technology we didn't have back in the 80's. (Thank God!)

Several months ago, my high school children (son #1 and daughter) and I were having a discussion and they expressed to me that they felt like high school was just "ok" for them and really wanted to just get through it.  They were having some good times, but for all the build up of going to high school, once they got there, it just felt like another step in life.  It felt somewhat anti-climatic.  College and the years after that, was what they were looking more forward to.

After their sharing, I found myself giving them a very "mom like" speech about kids that are stars in high school, many of them never rise up any further, and high school will literally be the best days of their life.  And many of these people will continue to act, and in some cases look like they are still in high school, when they are adults.  So sad!

For myself, I also really looked forward to college and what came afterwards, when I was in high school.  I wanted to find my "voice" and "speak it" - and that can be difficult when you are in high school.  I was never a "follow the leader" kind of person, but I also didn't want to be a "leader" (even though I liked to lead).  Many of the "leaders" at my school were the "queen bee" type, which I was not.  So I preferred to be part of a circle of friends that felt like we were all on the same level.  No exclusive leaders or exclusive followers.  We just took turns "leading" or "following" - depending on the activity and people involved.  That part of high school was fun. 

Recently, as I was cleaning out my storage area in my basement, I found a bin with items from my youth.  Some of the more interesting items were letters and cards from when I was in high school.  Some of the cards were funny and some of the letters were the length of a phone conversation (our version of texting).  Reading about the past dating relationships me and my friends were involved in or guys we liked, was the most entertaining and brought back some wonderful memories of high school.  It then made me wonder, based on their letters, what had my letters said to them?  I would love to put all the letters together and read the WHOLE story.  I'm sure there would be a LOT of laughing!

As I've gotten older, I do tend to think less and less about the crappy stuff from high school, and cling more to the good stuff.  Perhaps, it's because I've had so many more good things happen in my adult life, it has slowly covered some of the not-so-great stuff from my youth.  If I had a choice to have a "do over" for high school, I'm not sure I'd take it.  Definitely not, if it was in today's world.  I really believe it is much more difficult to be a teenager now, then 30 years ago.  Stories about teen depression and suicide, seem to be in the news more and more these days.  That's so sad and scary!  

I pray for my children and all teenagers, that even though some days in high school may not always be the "best days" of their life, they will have more good days then bad, and create a few wonderful memories along the way, which they can carry into their adult life.  And whatever negative experiences they do encounter, can eventually become positive life lessons that will help them as adults.  Trust.  Have Faith.  Your "best days", are still to come!

Wednesday, February 18, 2015

Our Love Story Continues...

Sometimes God speaks to us and blesses us through the most unexpected ways.

It is two years today, since my beloved and I first met.  Our relationship has continued to be nothing less of an example of God's answering of prayers.  Our love story is one that can only be explained by the fact that God had to be at the center of it.  The likelihood of us meeting, was highly unlikely - he was living in New York and I was living in Kansas.  I was divorced and had four children.  He had never been married and had no children.  But thanks to God, He brought us together through the magic of online dating - CatholicMatch.com - and our interesting profiles, and a few cute pictures.

Since the start of our relationship, one of the many areas we continue to enjoy sharing with each other is our love of music.  This love we share came full circle for me during the last 6 months.

In June 2014, I received a group email invitation to consider applying to be a part of a mission team for a retreat called "Christ Renews His Parish", which would take place in October 2014.  


I had attended one of these retreats back in September 2005 at my parish and after that amazing experience had hoped to be part of a mission team, that would then take this retreat to other parishes in our area.  Unfortunately, because of life circumstances, it took me nine years before that dream would become a reality for me.  
In the group email it stated that we needed to "reflect upon our renewal experience and ask how Christ is calling us to serve Him.  And in a couple of sentences, describe why we feel called to the mission team at this time. "  

I was so excited to read this email.  I had wanted to be a member of a mission team for years, but for some reason, it hadn't felt like it was the right time.  Now, it felt like it WAS.  I absolutely wanted to be considered.  I sent my reply almost immediately.  It said:


I attended CRHP back in September 2005 at Ascension - I was part of team 4.
Since that time there have been many changes in my life:
the birth of my 4th child, the ending of my marriage which ultimately ended in divorce January 2013, moving to and creating a new home for me and my 4 children, and I have been going through the annulment process, which should be fully complete by the end of this month.
During these moments and many other significant ones during the last 7+ years, I have grown tremendously in my faith and my relationship with our Lord.  Because of my amazing experience with CRHP years ago, I believe I was able to have the strength and fortitude during some very difficult times, while not losing my faith in Him or beliefs in our Church.  I have an amazing spiritual foundation to rely on, thanks to CRHP, and I would love to give back to those wanting to also have a deeper relationship with our Lord.   I have wanted to be part of a mission team for the last few years, but due to my life circumstances during those times, I was unable to commit.
Thanks to our Lord, I feel that I am in a wonderful place now and I have the time and commitment needed to be part of a mission team.
I pray you will consider allowing me to be part of this mission team.


About two weeks later I received the email I was praying for:

Lisa, 

I'd like to invite you to be a member of the St. Michael's CRHP Women's Mission team.  I am so thankful that you have answered God's call to serve on this team to the women of St. Michael's parish.

I was SO happy and filled with joy!  
After a few weeks of our mission team meetings, we spent an evening discerning what each of our ministries would be for the retreat weekend.   Prior to this particular evening, we needed to spend time alone in prayer, praying for God to speak to us, regarding what HE wanted us to do during the weekend.

The week before our Evening of Discernment, I had the following experience which I shared with my fellow team members:


Hello Fellow Sisters In Christ-
Being part of this mission team, has been an amazing gift for me from the Lord.  I feel so blessed to be in the presence of all of you and I am so spiritually moved by all of your faith sharing stories!  
This morning I had an experience I wanted to share with all of you.
With Discernment being next Monday night, I felt like I needed to spend some quiet time in front of our Lord, so off to the Adoration Chapel I went.
While I was driving, and my mind was deep in thought, the song “Where You Lead Me” by Mercy Me started to play.  The words were so powerful for me (I started to cry), because I was heading to the Chapel to pray to the Lord - for Him to lead me regarding my discernment.  And then I started to think of all of you.  And began to pray for each one of you, that the Lord lead each and every one of you, the same way He is leading me.  “Where you lead me, I will follow.  Where you lead me, I give my life away."
Here is the video of the song, if you are not familiar with it.  I hope you enjoy it, as much as I do.
Have a wonderful and blessed day!  
Love,
YSIC
Lisa  :-)

Little did I know that my email to my fellow team members was an indication of what God was calling me to be.  At first, I seemed to miss this "memo", but my sisters in Christ knew what HE wanted me to do, before it became apparent to me!  I was meant to be the Liturgist.  My love for music seemed to be shining through to the ladies in my group, and as the Liturgist, I would now be able to continue to share it with others.  Music has always inspired me throughout my life.  Sometimes it feels like a form of prayer.  Other times it can tell a story or provide a message that I need to hear.   

Music has also been a huge part of my relationship with my beloved since the beginning of our relationship.  We had only known each other a little over a week, when he emailed me the first song of what would lead us to exchanging over 150 songs with each other since then.  (Our first song was "While I'm Waiting" by John Waller from the movie FIREPROOF.)
"While I'm Waiting" by John Waller

From the sharing of songs that remind us of each other, I have been creating CD's every few months for us to enjoy.  There have been love songs, spiritually uplifting songs and a variety of genres.  No matter what the song, the lyrics have had meaning to us and our relationship.   Only God knew, that from all the songs my beloved and I had shared, for months beforehand, it would lead to my calling to be the Liturgist for "Christ Renews His Parish".  Our songs inspired me to provide beautiful songs at our meetings, and create meaningful play lists for our retreat weekend and introduce the ladies to songs they may not have otherwise ever heard.  What a blessing which I am truly thankful for.  Being able to share the gift of music.  As I am equally thankful to God for my beloved and the music we have shared for the last two years.  I LOVEST HIM and look forward to sharing LOTS more songs with him! 

Wednesday, July 2, 2014

My Divorce Writings

During the time when I was separated and going through my divorce, I had so many thoughts and feelings racing through my mind.   So much so, that I wrote down a list of almost 100 titles regarding the subjects I wanted to write about on this blog.

For several months, I was writing non-stop.   I could not get the words out of my mind fast enough.

Then all of a sudden I stopped writing.  I stopped posting.  Months would go by, and I would want to write, but wouldn't.  I actually felt like I couldn't.  Then suddenly I would have a loud voice in my head that would not quiet, and to the computer I would go, to type out my thoughts and publish it to my blog.  And then more months would go by again, before I would write another post.

In retrospect, what I have known all along is that while I was separated, I was rediscovering me.  I was having my "midlife awakening."  And in that rediscovery, a part of me that had been stifled for way too long, was emerging through my writing.   Initially, I imagined I would write about the things I was experiencing while separated, as the divorce was becoming finalized, and especially post-divorce.   

* Life as a divorced 45 year old woman and mother of 4 children. 
* Issues one must deal with when you have an ex-husband.
* Matters pertaining to ex-inlaws.
* The ex-husband's new girlfriend.
* My children's feelings about the people me and my ex-husband are dating.
* All of the parts of dating I was having to relearn later in life. 
* Obtaining an annulment in the Catholic church.      
* My long-distance relationship with an incredible man I met online (which I swore I would never participate with online-dating).  
* My amazing trips to New York to date and spend time with my wonderful NY man.
* Finding love AGAIN with someone new, after having spent decades with someone else. 
* Etc., etc.

Unfortunately, as time passed and my divorce became final, I pulled back on the sharing of my thoughts publicly, due to fear.   Fear that somehow my ex-husband and/or his lawyer would make a legal matter out of my personal writings.   The things I really wanted to share and write about, I had to keep inside.   Even though I had a divorce decree, and we were legally divorced, there were several matters that still needed to be legally resolved and were under the jurisdiction of the court.  

It's been 18 months since my divorce was finalized.  Unfortunately, I am still in the thick of legal matters with my ex-husband.    I would really love for things to be resolved this summer.  I feel frustrated from the constant struggle with him, mostly of a financial nature.  (One of the many reasons we are divorced.)  I look forward to not feeling like my writings have the potential to be used against me legally.   I know that what I write is truth.  And sometimes with truth comes feelings.   

Even while writing this post, I keep re-reading what I have written in an effort to make sure that nothing I have stated, can be legally used against me or harm my legal case.  This is so sad.  As a writer I want to feel free to write and express what I am feeling and/or experiencing without fear.  I look forward to the day when I can do that again!

Wednesday, June 11, 2014

HUMOR – My 12th Grade Perspective

As I was digging through PILES of miscellaneous statements needing to be filed or shredded, baggies of old receipts I probably no longer need, pictures of my children from years gone past that still need to be framed, I found a folder which had the speeches I wrote 30+ years ago, from 8th grade through high school and the one’s I used when I performed in competitions.   Major flashback moment!!

When I was in 12th grade, I was a member of the Meridian High School Forensics Team in Meridian, Idaho and I competed in Speech competitions in Idaho, Oregon and Washington.  Our speeches could be one’s that were written by someone else, or we could write them.  I competed in several different categories such as Humorous Interpretation, Dramatic Interpretation, Impromptu, and Original Oratory.  One of the speeches I wrote in my folder, for an Original Oratory Competition back in 1984, was called “HUMOR”.  

The timeliness of finding this speech was perfect, because just last week, I was having a conversation with my children, regarding their need to have a better sense of humor towards themselves, towards other people and with each other and why this is important for them in life.   They can be so serious and take everything so personal!  Once in a while a laugh will “sneak” out of them, or they will share a really funny joke, but not as often as they should and I would like them to.  Clearly, their over-serious behavior and lack of laughter, are NOT traits they got from their mother.  Hahaha 

I think I am going to share what I wrote as a teenager years ago, with my own teenagers today.  Maybe after they read this, their attitude towards HUMOR will improve and the sound of laughter (verses tears) will increase in my home.  We'll see....

Here is what I wrote at 17 years old (but sounds like something I would probably write today):

What is 99% fat-free, has no cholesterol, can’t be smoked, drunk, or eaten, yet is definitely habit forming?  HUMOR!

One of the particularly endearing things about humor is that it is related to reality.  It is also a remarkably useful thing in the context of the whole process of communication in that it is an aid to the expression of other emotions and to the transmission of important messages of spiritual, political, educational or commercial nature.  It is, come to think of it, an absolute necessity in the maintenance of sanity. 

In regards to physical health, there are two conditions necessary.  The first, being the ability to laugh at yourself.  By laughing at oneself, one can avoid creating the impression of being pompous or too self-important.  Making jokes about oneself, and telling humorous stories about one’s own mistakes, and accepting compliments or awards with a smile or witty remarks as though you are surprised that anyone would think you were outstanding, is an approach that will generate more good feelings and respect than a solemn one.  Besides, it’s a good idea to laugh at yourself first, before anyone else can.

The other condition, is the act of laughter itself.  Everybody laughs at something.  Even an adult, who appears humorless, laughed as a child.  The infant laughed when tickled and the child laughed when engaged in play.  As we mature, our senses of humor develop as individualistically as do all our other personal characteristics, resulting in laughter’s mental effect (breaking away the dreads and fears that constitute the basis of so many depressions and lift one out of the hole of despondency).

But no matter what one’s occupation – doctor, lawyer, merchant, military, mailman, etc. – and no matter what level one occupies in the hierarchy of life, the energy of humor can enhance a job, it can improve communication, motivate others and help solve difficult problems.

No wonder funny people are among the most highly regarded in our society.  Not only are they able to lift our spirits, but their talents have socially redeeming value.

Researchers believe that the fact that many comedians grew up in extremely deprived circumstances and that their early lives are marked by suffering, tend to enhance them as equalizers.  For instance, Dudley Moore was born with a clubfoot and one leg shorter than the other.  Both of Carol Burnett’s parents were alcoholics. Totie Field’s mother died of cancer when she was 5.  Art Buchwald’s mother died giving birth to him.  David Steinberg’s brother was shot down in the war.  Charlie Chaplin, as a mere child, did not know where his next meal was coming from.  Jackie Gleason’s father deserted him when he was a young child, and he had to deal with a grieving and disappointed mother for years.  Joe E. Brown left his family to go with the circus when he was 10 years old and endured unending sadistic punishment from the man to whom he had been apprenticed as an acrobat.  W.C. Fields has said that he ran away from home because he thought his father was going to kill him.   Almost all comedians have had to overcome major traumas in order to become comedians.

The previous examples support the fact that a sense of humor and a life style that avoids buildup of anxiety will help protect one from the distress that emotional tension may bring on.  However, when one does suffer from tension, there are three non-medical things one can do: 1) Try meditative relaxation.  2) Engage in vigorous activity, such as swimming, running or tennis.  3) Or, laugh.  Strange as it may seem, of all the countless folk who have lived before our time on the planet, no one is known in history or in legend as having died from laughter.

Humans have tried to understand why they laugh for as long as they have sought to understand their own nature.  Written explanations of humor go back at least as far as the early Greeks.  A sense of humor is a many splendored thing.  It gives one the ability to relax, so that one’s objectivity can help one see the inconsistencies in one’s behavior.  It resolves problems.  It can help shape an attitude, a humorous outlook on life.

The total concept we call a sense of humor, has many levels, from laughter elicited by the antics of a clown, to the more abstract and complex ideas involved in a humorous perception of life. 

Laurence J. Peter, in his book entitled “The Laughter Prescription,” lists those things that are necessary for the development of a sense of humor.  They are as follows:
1. Adopt an attitude of playfulness.
2. Think funny.
3. Laugh at the incongruities in situations involving yourself and others.
4. Only laugh with others for what they do rather than for what they are.
5. Laugh at yourself.
6. Take yourself lightly.
7. Make others laugh.
8. Realize that a sense of humor delivers greater rewards than merely being entertaining. 

Humor is a miracle drug with no bad side effects.  Laughter can stimulate the cardiovascular system, it can produce deep muscle relaxation, which promotes healing, and it can help control pain.  But a sense of humor is more that just laughter.

One must be able to step back from a situation and view it with a degree of detachment.  Separating yourself from an annoying incident is the constructive way of breaking the vicious cycle that causes depression.  As we experience annoyances or disappointments, our mirthfulness decreases.  This may cause us biochemically to become depressed, and may in turn, further dampen our sense of humor, so that we laugh less and continue the downward spiraling pattern of depression.  Psychologically, the ability to see humor in a situation is as important as the laughter itself.  An individual with a good sense of humor is one who can take a comic view of life’s trials and tribulations, and not take it all so seriously, all of the time.  

Considering the fact that we are living in an age where being healthy is in, it would behoove us all to adopt a 99% fat-free, no cholesterol, non-smoking, non-drinking, diet of Humor.  Try it.  You’ll like it!