After Mom had her stroke, she did therapy. She had retired from a management position and had taken courses in motivation. She was also a natural-born cynic. So she used to snort dismissively when she accomplished a simple task and her therapist crowed, “Good job!”
Once she came home, it always made her chuckle when I did the same thing, so we fell into the habit of saying, “Good job!” to each other a lot.
I think it was subliminally good for her (I know it was for me). She became less disheartened over her failing health and mental powers. One day, she couldn’t remember something. Instead of getting frustrated, she said,
“My forgetter is working really well today!”
To which I replied …. Yep. You’re way ahead of me. That’s exactly what I said.
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A WRITING PROMPT FROM ME TO YOU: Somebody forgets something.