Every week, my mom asks what my column is about. Then she asks me if she’s referenced in it. She usually is.
Then she follows that by asking when she’ll get a column that’s all about her.
Well, Mom (and Dad), now’s the time.
Last week, when most everyone was down in the dumps as the quarantine blues truly set in, I realized my family group message was more active than usual. That was nice. Among the hockey memes from my brother, eye-rolling emojis from my sister and pictures of empty airports from my pilot brother-in-law, a video from my mom snuck in.
The thumbnail showed her with my dad and what appeared to be … workout weights?
This has got to be good, I thought.
I watched the video, which indeed turned out to be my parents doing a workout routine together. My dad was taking it all too seriously, refusing to let the camera see him crack. I could tell he was coerced into this by my mom, who, by the way, couldn’t stop laughing.
“Travelin’ Band” by Creedence Clearwater Revival played in the background and my mom chided my dad for going too fast. The video reminded me of how lucky I am to have silly parents. Even my dad, known for being a stoic man of few words who never truly stopped being a coach, can lean into a joke given the opportunity.
In the moment, my mom’s bits make me roll my eyes more often than not. But looking back I’d be hard pressed not to crack a smile.
Almost every time our beloved Green Bay Packers take the field, she dons an Aaron Rodgers mask that she digs out of our massive bin of garb. You know how most people have a bin of old Halloween costumes? Yeah, we have one strictly for obscure Packers paraphernalia.
When I was preparing to go to Florida for spring break, she shipped me six bottles of sunscreen because like everyone in my family, I’m prone to a nasty sunburn. Cue eye roll. Followed by a bunch of laughs.
My dad, on the other hand, is much more subtle with his commitment to strange jokes. But that just makes him so much funnier to me (and everyone else). When he accidentally matches clothes with my mom before going somewhere public — which happens more than you’d think — his sigh of disappointment is closely followed by a chuckle of his own. And without fail, he’ll begrudgingly pose for a matching picture. Every time.
My family has had quite the year. It’s been filled with more heartbreak than I ever thought possible. “Challenges” seems like too small a word to describe everything we went through.
My parents bore the brunt of all of it.
And they still continue these strange little jokes. To me, that’s strength.
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