My Mother’s Gift

In my den, I have two puzzles that I pieced together with my mother. One we did when she and my dad came to visit us in Phoenix.Puzzle 2 Dad was sick with a cold and they had no desire to go anywhere. Instead, we set a long table in our living room, spread out a puzzle and spent the entire time putting the pieces together with Dad convalescing on the couch. Puzzle 1The other puzzle we completed when she came to Phoenix and helped take care of me while I recovered from surgery. Although it hurt to laugh, I couldn’t stop once we got started.

I grew up puzzling with my mother. It provided a means of simply being together and enjoying each other’s company. When we laughed so hard tears rolled down our face, we knew it was time to stop for the night.

Another thing we did was play Scrabble®. I still smile when I think of the time we played the game when I spent the Holidays at her place. We sat at the kitchen table with my 10-year-old niece who was also there for Christmas break. Tired after a long day of baking cookies, we managed to exercise our brains with academic creativity. Mom and I got to giggling at some of the words we could form, having to keep the game G-rated. When we pulled out the dictionary to verify words accusing each other of making them up, our laughter drove my niece away. She said we were “just too silly.”

Mom taught me that having fun together, whether playing a board game, piecing a jigsaw puzzle together or even cleaning the kitchen after a day of baking could be a special time of love and laughter. My mother gave me the gift of healing laughter.


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