A Little Laughter Goes a Long Way

Today is Wordy Wednesday where you are encouraged to share a story about yourself, a loved one, or the two of you. Sharing stories about our past, and those who have gone on not only helps keep their memory alive, it helps others know them.

In my case, three of our grandchildren weren’t even born when my husband died. One child was four months old, somehow I doubt he remembers much about his grandpa Bear. The former four year old is now 18 and sometimes shares stories he remembers about his Bear. It warms my heart to hear him speak about his times with his grandpa. The former five year old is now 19 and hasn’t shared how much he remembers about his grandpa Bear.

I write the stories to help them know him, and maybe help our children know their dad from a different perspective.

Today’s story is about laughter. He had a great sense of humor and he kept it through his illness. He loved to make people laugh, and it was his sense of humor that first attracted me to him. Once I got to know him, I learned about some of his other great qualities. Today though, it’s humor.

He loved to prank people, especially me. Although, sometimes he included me in his pranks. Which is the case in both of these stories about the births of our children.

Our first child was born while we were attending college. To be totally correct, he was attending college, I was just there and very pregnant.

One night, towards the end of my pregnancy we had gone for a walk. By the time we returned to our second floor apartment I was huffing and puffing. He said, “let’s call Gary and Carolyn and tell them you’re in labor and I’m in the lab.”

I agreed it would be a great joke and dialed the number of our friends. Carolyn picked up on the second ring.

“Carolyn this is Nita.” I said, taking a breath after each word. “I think I’m in labor and David isn’t here.”

“Oh my gosh.” Holding the phone away from her she spoke to her  husband, “Gary, get dressed.” She then came back on the line to me, “Nita, where is David?”

“In the lab.”

“Do you want Gary to go get him?” Because this was before cell phones, and the only way to reach him was to physically go to the lab.

“No. I’m scared Carolyn.”

“Hang on Nita. Gary’s coming. ” To her husband she said, “hurry up, don’t put your socks on, just get your shoes on and let’s go.”

At this point my composure slipped. “Carolyn, are you and Gary coming over?”

“No, Gary’s coming alone. I’ll stay on the phone with you until he gets there.”

Now I couldn’t hold back the laughter any longer. “Don’t do that. I’m not in labor and David’s right here.”

“Oh, you two.” She sputtered and hung up the phone.

When our daughter was born a few days later Carolyn refused to believe David when he tried to tell her of the birth. Gary had to convince her it was true, our daughter had arrived. Remembering the experience entertained us both for several years.

Just before our second baby was born we decided to prank his parents. We had taken our daughter to their house until after the birth of the baby. One night, missing her, and feeling playful he said, “let’s call mom and dad and tell them you had the baby.”

“Okay, but you have to do the talking. I don’t think I can pull it off. What are we going to tell them we had?”

This was before ultra sounds and other tests designed to determine the gender of a baby before birth. We had no idea what I was carrying, although we both suspected it was a boy.

“Let’s tell them it was twins.”

“Okay.” Sounded plausible to me.

He made the call. His dad answered the phone. David told him I’d gone to the hospital earlier that day and had the baby. I was okay, everything was fine, except there were two babies.

“We haven’t named them yet.” He said before giving me a look of panic.

“What do they weigh?” he whispered.

“I don’t know.”

The jig was up. He had to admit to his dad it was all a prank. I hadn’t had the baby, much less twins and everything was fine.

The prank was on us though, a week later I did give birth. To twins. Two tiny little boys that grew into strong, healthy men who look just like their daddy.

What about you? What’s your favorite attribute of someone you love?

Have you shared a story with anyone about your loved one?

Are you a prankster?

 

 

 

 

 

 

About Nita

Quilter, writer, speaker, mom and grandmom. I enjoy making quilts for my grandkids, and other children. I especially love hearing and sharing quilt stories with others, that's how the book came about and this blog will continue to share quilt stories and how God works with quilts to comfort and teach us.
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