Thank heavens I'm not an idiot...

I was reading a book today called, "The Potter and the Clay."

The author, Reed Moss, writes about his sister Lael who,

after a traumatic brain injury,

 gradually lost her ability to function mentally.

The story is set in the early 1930's

before MRIs and CAT scans even existed.

It is a sad story,

but it makes me grateful to see how far

 society and advancements in modern medicine

have come in treating the mentally ill.

Lael was institutionalized into a state school and one of the questions on the application was,

"...classification as to type of mental deficiency,

MORON,

   IMBECILE,

      IDIOT,

answer: moron."

I can just see my husband filling out a question like this

when I had to be in an inpatient program...

I can't help but laugh when I think of it.

Is your wife an idiot, moron, or imbecile?

(I think I'm going to ask him...)

Comic Relief

My husband and I went on a date last night to see a famous comedian, and it was actually clean comedy!

No dirty jokes, no crude humor...it was GREAT!

This whole past month has just been a lot of emotional upheaval and last night I laughed for about an hour and half straight.

I REALLY needed it!

Humor can heal.

My oldest child was blessed with a good sense of humor and I feel so blessed to be her mother. When she was just 2 months old

I was just holding her when she started to giggle.

So I giggled.

Then she giggled.

And didn't stop giggling.

I love this memory of her.

She has brought laughter, light, and love into our family ever since.