Shopping with my Mom
How could this have happened?!  How would we ever get everything done?
Mom and I agreed to work together on a particular project at her desk and then it happened!
There we were laughing.
Not just laughing –  giggling!
The I-don’t think-I’ll-ever-regain-control-again kind of giggles.
The kind of giggles you had when you were 16 and the teacher sent you out to the hallway because you could not stop laughing.
There we were collapsed in giggles, but I’m not 16.  I’m 50 years old and Mom’s almost 80.
My chest hurt, my stomach ached, and I gasped for air in between spasmodic bursts of laughter. Tears streamed down my face.
I wanted to stop, but as soon as I managed control, Mom started laughing again. And then so was I.
My mother’s face was wet with tears, her shoulders shook up and down as she grabbed at her sides.
The sound of her laughter, the sound that’s made me smile my whole life, filled the room.
What were we laughing at? I hardly remember, but obviously it was hysterical. (Maybe.)
In those few moments, we strengthened our immune systems and enjoyed some stress release. We worked out our diaphragms, abs and hearts.
And we made a precious memory together, one I’ll hold onto for years to come.
This week, be good to yourself. Laugh!
When was the last time you had a good laugh?