How did they do it? How did our mothers and grandmothers cope in a world void of cell phones, computers, microwaves, “me time,” the Food Network, Starbuck’s and of course, email buddies? Well, they had Erma Bombeck, of course. She had a way of smoothing over the day-to-day frustrations with her own style of wit and humor, and in so doing, encouraged others to do the same.
I love reading through the collection of her newspaper articles all cleverly assembled into book form. Her spirit, captured in the pages of “Forever Erma,” (Andrews McNeel Publishing) will continue to touch hearts for generations. I admire her practical, no-nonsense approach to life’s ulcer-inducing situations.
I wonder how she’d handle the 7am trumpet scales my husband blasts from our dining room each morning…over…and over…again; painfully hammered out until he gets each note (somewhere in the realm of) audibly pleasing!
What would she do about the cranky buzzard who sits in our parrot cage OUTSIDE my kitchen window squawking and singing in a voice that smacks of Ethel Merman on steroids?
She had no “Easy Button” for the many days when those we normally love and enjoy morph into some foreign, horned species and inevitably suck the joy right out of life. Like the rest of us moms who learn as we go along, she pulled up her big-girl pants and dealt with the hassle of the day…one cup of coffee at a time. And she managed to make us laugh in the process.
There’s much to learn from someone who loved so deeply and embraced life with a super-sized heart. Life is so much easier when handled with a little humor, don’t you think?
Thank you, God for creating us with the ability to laugh; for the choice you give us to somehow dig out the funny from the mundane. Thank you for situations that call for a light-hearted response, and let us remember to not take ourselves too seriously.
"A joyful heart is good medicine, but a crushed spirit dries up the bones."