I’m a silly person by nature. As a mom, I’ve now got a good excuse to act goofy. A theatre minor in college, I’ve discovered my inner Thespian again and love to act out Dr. Seuss books, hit myself in the head with a toy bat a la The Three Stooges, or belt out Annie’s “Tomorrow” at the top of my lungs like a crazed opera singer – anything to get a laugh out of my kids.
These days, I have license to run around the house with a pot on my head and bark like a dog and blame my craziness on the kids. “I’m their free entertainment and a whole more interactive than Elmo,” I can say.
Now I have someone to watch Finding Nemo with (I admit: I love that flick) and someone who thinks hairy legs feel funny, not gross (sadly, I can attest that bristly legs are ticklish to a child’s curious hands). There are days when we stay in our PJs and “campout” in the living room. I take my daughters to the playground and push them in the swings and then let their legs gently kick my bum. When I dramatically bounce forward, they convulse with laughter, and I feel like an acclaimed standup comedian. I dance around the living room with the best dance partners in the world – a twirling preschooler and a naked baby who could care less if I don’t know how to tango.
The laugh track around my house is constant. And I love it. I’ve found silliness and the belly laughs that follow are one of the best ways to give me a lift when I’m feeling tired or frazzled.
Some women epitomize, “I am woman. Hear me roar.” I prefer to live by the mantra, “I am Mommy. Hear me laugh.”
Do your kids bring out the silliness in you, too? What have you done lately to make your kids (and yourself) laugh?