September 19 th
“What’s your name?”
“My name’s Kimberly, Santa.”
“That’s a beautiful name Kimberly. How old are you?”
“I’m eight.”
“If you just ate then you’re not hungry.”
Kimberly laughed, “NO! I’m eight years old.”
“Sorry about that, Santa must have snow in his ears. Do you know what you want for Christmas, Kimberly?”
“I want my dad to stop smoking. If he dies, I won’t feel bad ‘cause I’ve asked him a thousand times to stop and he won’t. He must love smoking more than he loves me.”
Yeah… What do you say to that? I was not expecting that at all. A hush had fallen over the room. I could see all the adults’ faces frozen in shock. I’m sure my face was also frozen in a state of shock, but it couldn’t be seen because it was covered in a fake beard and sweat. I composed myself and did what every adult in that room wanted to do. Change the subject.
“Do you like Furby’s, Kimberly?”
“Yup.”
“That’s good. I do, too. Maybe you’ll get one for Christmas this year since you’ve been so good. I think I have a gift here for you.” I quickly grabbed the gift for Kimberly from the adolescent helper assigned to me by our hostess. “Merry Christmas, Kimberly. Ok, who’s next? Is there anyone else left?”
Now I know what you’re thinking: Why a Christmas story in the middle of September?
Well, Kimberly’s words have been reverberating in my brain and in my thoughts frequently as of late. My mother is a smoker and last week it finally caught up with her. She had a heart attack.
Am I sad?
Yes.
Am I shocked?
No.
I’ve always told my wife that I knew that this day would come. I was never sure who it was going to “attack” first, my Mom or my Dad. You’re never really ready for it, even when you know that it’s inevitable. No one ever wants to be reminded that his mother is mortal and will not be around forever.
Every time I tried to sit and write for my blog (or write anything for that matter) my thoughts always go back to my mother. Finally, after many hours suffering staring at a blank page my wife said, “Just write about what’s on your mind.” So I am.
It has been many years since I heard Kimberly’s sad insight, but I can hear her voice as clear as if she just spoke to me. She was so brutally honest. I, too, had begged my parents to stop smoking when I was younger. Now that I’m older I have a better understanding of why it’s so hard to give it up. But I know that it is possible to quit. My mom’s mom, who everyone referred to as Nana, used to smoke. I once asked her how she was able to stop.
“I had a heart attack. The doctor said that if I didn’t quit I would have another one and eventually die. I came home, threw away all my smokes and have never touched one since. It was easy.”
My Nana was a very “tell it like it is” gal. She had her heart attack when she was around 70 years old and lived to be 90. She had 20 extra years with us, and I know that we all benefited and are thankful for her strength. My mom is a virtual carbon copy of her mom. I pray that she continues to be, and follows the lead laid down by her mother.
I’ve had a lot of friends offer up personal stories of hope of someone close to them having to go cold turkey and succeeding. “My dad quit 10 years ago and we just celebrated his 70th birthday.”
I’ve also had friends tell me stories with a not-so-happy ending. “Your mom got really lucky and has been given a second chance. My dad had one; it was his first and last.”
My mom works in a hospital and I believe that is what saved her life. My parents live so far out in the “boonies” that you have to drive 20 minutes before you reach the “Middle of Nowhere” just south of “Where the Hell Are We?” If she had been home when it happened who knows how things would’ve played out. The hospital that she works at is so small that she had to be airlifted via helicopter to Dartmouth Medical Center in Hanover New Hampshire. I thought that was pretty cool. Mom, not so much. I guess a helicopter ride is different just after you’ve had a heart attack and are in need of emergency angioplasty?
I thought long and hard about going back to visit her. Money’s tight, my wife’s seven months pregnant and there is a lot of work to be done (and on the cheap, to boot). Hell, when I asked my Mom about visiting she said, “Why? I’m fine.”
But, as my wife put it, “Are you going to remember our credit card bill or that you spent time with your mom?”
My plane ticket is booked and my writer’s block has been lifted. To my readers, thanks for being patient in these, my emotionally trying, times. I love New Hampshire in the fall.
I AM The Hollywood Clown… Now go hug a mom and tell her how much you love her!
I’m glad you’re going to see her. I agree w/ Annette. You ARE all very lucky…but you already knew that. Lots of love from us…hang in there. Enjoy your trip 🙂
Ok…I am crying. We have your mom on the prayer chain…enjoy and absorb every moment! Bring your video camera too, so your baby can see Grandma “in the movies” when you’re older…have a safe trip!
Jason, like always, you and your family are in my prayers. Hang in there my friend!
Life is what’s happening to you right now. Your “busy other plans” can wait for the moment. Take care of your mom, and your wife. These are some trying times, but God is with you. Stay strong J.
Man! I am so glad your Mom is ok!
I understand what you were saying about the asking your mom to quit and not getting her to do it. My Brother and I ised ot BEG my Mom to quit and when that didn’t work we bought those tiny fire-crackers that you shove into the ciggy. She wasn’t pleased with THAT at ALL! Said we could have blinded her or something. She finally quit after her beloved Father died from lung cancer. He was an avid smoker.
I bet your Mom quits when she thinks about all the time she would miss out on spending with her impending grandchild!
My best to you and Annette!
Take care!
Lauren
Hi Jason,
Yes its been a few years since I have seen you last! Though Jim and I are still good friends so I have kept tabs on you and the family. (I still talk to ur uncle reggie,allison,mike,deb,well u get the idea!)
Needless to say, I was very upset when I found out about your mom,(always my favorite person from NH),but as you said, not shocked. As eventually smoking does catch up w people,one way or another!
Out of your mom and her siblings, your mom is definitely the one that has more Nana in her,than any of them. No question! And if Nana were here, boy would she have a thing or two to say to ur mom. (After she cried n hugged her!)
I am SO glad that you have found such a beautifuly smart wife, to direct you in these times of need.
I hope you have a wonderful visit and I’m sending my love to all!
Peace!
Jules
Hi Jason,
Yes its been a few years since I have seen you last! Though Jim and I are still good friends so I have kept tabs on you and the family. (I still talk to ur uncle reggie,allison,mike,deb,well u get the idea!)
Needless to say, I was very upset when I found out about your mom,(always my favorite person from NH),but as you said, not shocked. As eventually smoking does catch up w people,one way or another!
Out of your mom and her siblings, your mom is definitely the one that has more Nana in her,than any of them. No question! And if Nana were here, boy would she have a thing or two to say to ur mom. (After she cried n hugged her!)
I am SO glad that you have found such a beautifuly smart wife, to direct you in these times of need.
I hope you had a wonderful visit and I’m sending my love to all!
Peace!
Jules