Technically, Danny suffers from noassatall, so he had none to lose. And I’ve absorbed his by osmosis or it’s those last
10lbs of baby weight, two drinks a day and stress eating.
My baby is almost 8 years old. Wine is good for your heart. I stress eat peanut butter; it’s organic. Whatever.
Nonetheless, we laughed doubled over, holding our stomachs and wiping tears from our faces. It’s what you do with good friends you’ve known at least half of your lifetime.
I hadn’t laughed like that in a long time; a really long time.
It felt so good and we slept the whole night too. I’m not sure if it was the laughter or the wine, but a whole six hours of uninterrupted sleep can you make you feel like a new person. Or, just a person with a pulse.
Laughter is truly good medicine.
When you’re so tired from the battles, Warriors, laugh.
Now, I’m not saying that you should start laughing like a hyena all the day long. People will come put you in a special white jacket.
But, when an opportunity presents itself that you can laugh at your circumstances, laugh at the situation at hand…do it.
When Danny was still in
diapers briefs, and me and his mom had to change him, we often found ourselves going through the motions. It was our crazy normal.
We’d be so tired, but were so in tune with one another, that we could do it without speaking.
One particular time (I know Danny is loving I’m telling this story), she was holding Danny on his side and I slid the brief underneath him. She then pulled out her side. I pulled it through his legs and we started to stick down the tabs.
However, it wasn’t sticking on her side. Why?
Because she was trying to stick a piece from the old brief onto the new one.
And, while this may not seem very funny to you right now, I guarantee you that if you were as sleep deprived, in grief and worn slap out as we were, you would have peed in your pants.
Like we almost did. Seriously, legs crossed, tears coming down our faces and Danny just laying there probably confused and pissed off.
The point is that you have to laugh. When it seems that your hours are at the darkest, you must laugh.
It’s either laugh or cry so much that those nice people bring the special white jacket and a syringe.
Not that crying is bad. It’s great. In fact, my laughter would usually end in crying and then I’d feel better. Feeling better didn’t change my circumstances, but it seemed to give me a renewed sense of purpose and determination.
Our mouths were filled with laughter,
our tongues with songs of joy.
Then it was said among the nations,
“The Lord has done great things for them.” Psalm 126:2
So, your homework is to laugh. Find a way, invent a way or YouTube your way into laughter.
Go to dinner with great friends.
See a funny movie.
Don’t take yourself so seriously.
Act silly with your kids.
Living room dance party.
Have a cocktail or two. Not twelve. Puking your brains out is not funny. There will be no laughing unless it’s at your expense.
And, if you can’t find anything else, laugh at this.
What makes you laugh? What’s your favorite funny movie or a good joke? Share the laughter!