The question was posed “Where do the future klismos come from?” I thought long and hard about this question fully realizing that I turned into a bit of a klismo for two reasons: my mother gave me enemas when growing up, and my wife has been a user for many years. In short I was surrounded and accepted it as normal.
But what of the newer generations? I thought back to nearly two years ago when we were invited to see our niece’s new home down in Virginia. Our niece, Stephanie, is my sister Emily’s oldest daughter and had gotten married four years ago to a terrific guy, Matt, who was an arborculturist, which means that he studies trees. Anyway, Emily and her husband Scott were coming east to visit and it sounded like a great opportunity to get together.
Sharon and I arrived late on a Friday afternoon, but Emily and Scott had gotten in two days earlier. We all took time to get reacquainted so bottles of wine appeared and the talk was happy and spirited. Stephanie declined to drink alcohol and told us that she was three months pregnant—another reason for a happy family get together. After a wonderful meal we all turned in for a well-earned night’s sleep.
The next morning Matt offered to show us around the 50 acres of rugged terrain that surrounded the house. We would be gone for some time even though we would be using his ATV. He cautioned that the ground would still be quite wet muddy and directed us to a couple of pairs of rubber boots in the garage. In the meantime the women were left in the kitchen enjoying second cups of coffee and chatting up a storm.
How all this fits into the topic of klismos becomes evident on Sunday once Sharon and I were on our drive home when I mentioned how great Stephanie and Matt were doing and now going to be having a baby.
“Stephanie is one cute mom-to-be,” I said. “It certainly looks like it agrees with her.”
“She enjoys being pregnant except for one thing.”
“She finds that she’s frequently constipated.”
“Oh, but having Emily for a mom she has to know how to handle that.”
“Maybe not to the extent that you would think. Emily told her not to use any laxatives.”
“No surprise there because Emily has never used any.”
“Yes, and Emily told her to do just a one pint plain warm water enema instead.”
“I could hear Emily saying that. Stephanie had to have grown up getting more than just one or two enemas.”
“Yes, according to Emily that was the case, but seems to now be under the impression that the practice is passe.
“Oh, Oh. I don’t think her mom would agree on that note.”
“She didn’t and when the women went shopping on Saturday afternoon one purchase that your sister made was getting Stephanie a new enema bag.”
“That sounds like Emily.”
“And Stephanie got a lesson in its use after the rest of us had all gone to bed. Would you believe that she now thinks it’s one of the world’s best inventions?”
“Why not? You do.”
“I do, Emily has always, and now so does Stephanie.”
“And so a new klismo joins the ranks,” I said.
“Maybe, but I do know one thing that I need to do once we get home,” said Sharon with just the slightest naughty smile.