When I see the word laughter, I immediately think of children and the innocence of their giggles. I’m smiling as I write because I can hear that sweet sound in my head. At the same time, the thought of laughter makes me a bit sad because I know I’ve shut down the laughter of my own children many times. Like most adults, when I’m feeling overwhelmed, I become desperate for quiet. Think turning down the radio in traffic:-) I make the snap decision that the fun needs to stop so I can regain control.
I feel terrible even thinking about it now.
Why would I ever want to shush the joyful sound of my children’s laughter?
Instead, maybe I should have joined in...
I didn’t grow up in a house full of laughter. I don’t recall many memories from my childhood as being really funny. Please understand, I had a lovely childhood. I have wonderful parents and an awesome sister. We love each other deeply and have lots of fun together.
But I don’t remember laughing with them very often when I was a kid. Maybe my recollection of those times has dimmed after so many years...I guess I could have forgotten the funny things.
I have trouble seeking laughter. It's kind of an afterthought.
When I’m looking to be entertained, I don’t usually choose funny movies. I find most of the mainstream choices to be a bit offensive.
I rarely read books that are laugh-out-loud funny.
I don’t tell jokes or read comics.
Geez, what’s wrong with me?
Recently, I’ve realized this…
My life is seriously lacking laughter!
There is medicine in a deep belly laugh, for sure. I always feel better after a bout of side-splitting laughter.
Seems I need to seek out more opportunities to laugh.
When my youngest was about 9 years old, he loved Pearls Before Swine comics by Stephan Pastis. Part of his bedtime routine was to read before I tucked him in for the night.
When I’d arrive at his door, Henry would announce that he had a few comics to share with me. I usually tried to hide my impatience as he searched for the page and began reading. I was spent and it was time for him to be sleeping.
However, a remarkable thing always happened by the time he reached the third and final comic for the night...
I was laughing.
Not the laugh that says, “Please let this kid go to sleep now”...but a true and meaningful, heartfelt laugh. One that I was lucky enough to share with this incredible little boy.
Most nights, we’d repeat this simple ritual. Foolishly, I usually came into it with a sense of resignation.
Yet, I was always moved by how that two minute break felt in my soul. I left Henry’s room with a smile and renewed energy.
As Henry grew older, the tradition faded.
Recently, as I was considering the word for L, I realized that I really miss laughing. And that those nightly comic excerpts had been really wonderful.
I wrote myself a note to find a few Pearls Before Swine books and begin reading them to myself.
That very evening, I went into Henry’s room to say "Good night" and he was actually reading Pearls Before Swine! I plopped myself down on his bed and asked him to read some to me. We laughed for a few minutes as we both recalled the past and enjoyed a few silly comics together.
It was the best part of my day.
Life is stressful.
Laughter is necessary.
It's time to bring back the laughter! I'm going to actively look for things to laugh about. I'm sure my family will be thrilled to help me out with refining this part of my life:-)
What are your favorite funny movies, TV shows, books, comics?
How do you bring laughter into your life?
Do you laugh with your friends?
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Thank you for reading.
P.S. After examining the laughter in my life, I realize that I do laugh with my friends and with my clients and sometimes with my children. I'm going to work on lightening my mood and laughing more often:-) :-) especially with my husband.
Hello, I'm Kristen.
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