I’m not cool. Nor am I hip. My dance moves involve classics like the robot, the chicken, and that funky knee swapping move. (Though, I usually save these for my immediate family members, and stick to some safer 1990’s school dance inspired moves when other people are around.)
Cool, I am not. But it seems I’m known as a bit of a comedienne around these here parts (our house). Just go ahead, ask my audience (my 2 younger kids) and they’ll tell you we have some serious chuckles together. They’re pretty hilarious, themselves! They may or may not admit that one of them sometimes laughs until she farts while the other (actually it’s the same kid) ends up laughing so hard there isn’t any sound coming out of her mouth. Which likely explains the former scenario.
Isn’t laughter just the best?!
But, it’s not all fun times/unicorns and roses, obviously. In fact, I earned myself a hand delivered: “I hate you, Mom” note from our youngest, a few night ago. Just to keep the balance, of course.
These days, my eldest daughter is less inclined to laugh along with the rest of us. She’s not unhappy or anything (she certainly lols with her friends) she’s just a teenager now. Which means less family-time and a shift towards independence. Plus, life is also getting more demanding. With homework, extracurricular activities, and chores, there is less time for silliness on the home front.
I get it.
So, I give her some space and some hugs. I tell her to clean her room and to do her laundry. I check-in with her and she shares little bits of info about her social life with me.
BUT, we don’t laugh together as much as we used to.
Last weekend, though, I was gifted a little bit of magic.
My husband was away for work that week, which means the kids were taking turns sleeping on his side of the bed. They do this on a rotating basis whenever he’s away. I quite enjoy it, I have to say.
Last Saturday, it was my eldest daughter’s turn. She and I had stayed up late watching a movie.
I popped my head in to say goodnight to my middle and my little girl and their friends (they were having a sleepover). I then headed to bed with my big girl. That’s when the silliness happened. She and I ended up in stitches over things that would, “literally,” only be funny to us: silly voices, made-up words etc. We were like two kids having our own sleepover; tears of laughter streamed down our faces. At one point, I had to run to the bathroom because I was about to pee my pants.
It was awesome!
But, it got even better when (mid-giggle) the bedroom door flung open. And there stood, hand on hip like a miniature mom, my middle daughter. She was NOT impressed.
“MOM!” she shouted. “We are TRYING to sleep. And you two are being TOO LOUD!”
I felt like I was a kid again, in trouble and trying to stifle an incoming snort laugh…
“Are you… joking?” I asked.
“NO!” she said, “we can’t sleep with all this laughing!”
“She isn’t joking,” said the voice of her little sleepover buddy. “We ARE trying to sleep.”
And there it was. A moment so priceless, it was absolute magic!
“Sorry girls. We’ll be quiet now,” I said, trying to keep a straight face.
And we were quiet.
The door closed. My teen and I gave each other a knowing smile, snuck out one last giggle, and went to sleep.