One of my facebook friends posted an Onion article today with the headline, “Study Finds Every Style of Parenting Produces Disturbed, Miserable Adults.”
I love The Onion on many levels, but mostly because what makes me laugh about their articles are the painful truths they contain. It is these hard, cold truth that cause my discomfort when I can’t help but chuckle at some of their headlines. I laugh to keep from crying. Like when way back in the day, they ran a headline about an adolescent African boy suffering a mid-life crisis. You see what I mean? It hurts so much, you laugh so you’re not a crying, weeping mess on the floor.
This short “news item” reminded me of one of my favorite conversations ever. Mary Tyler Dad and I are lucky to have a tight circle of his high school friends, and now their partners and kids, that still regularly get together. We’re all over the country, but usually once a year, we get together and enjoy each other’s company for a weekend or week. An adolescent Brigadoon, if you will.
Back in 2004 Mary Tyler Dad and I hosted in Chicago. At that time, only one of the friends had kids, but they were itty bitties. The rest of us are all “late bloomers” in the kids department, so we were mid-30s and still on this side of the kids threshold. That weekend, we spent a couple of hours wondering and imagining out loud how each respective couple would screw up their as yet unborn kiddos.
Now that, my friends, is comedy. Hilarity definitely ensued that weekend. For the life of me, I can’t remember how Mary Tyler Dad and I were gonna screw up our little ones, but I’m certain it had something to do with liberalism and laziness. Or intellectual snobbery. Something along those lines, at least.
Whodda thunk it would be grief and cancer?
See? Ya gotta laugh to keep from crying.