“Laughter is Carbonated Holiness”

Anne Lamott said it, not I, but I know the truth of which she speaks.

The wheels came off the vehicle that is our family yesterday. Marilee was up late and awake early. William was up for an hour in the middle of the night in eager anticipation of the tooth fairy. I was restless already because Peter was out of town. A friend called to tell me about how Penny had been mean and rude the day before. I got an email from a babysitter about how difficult our children were at bedtime. (Incidentally, neither of them was tattling–I could tell something had gone wrong in both cases, so I asked for the follow up.)

But I think there were some people praying for us.

Because somehow, we laughed a lot yesterday. I can’t even remember what it was that gave Marilee reason to say, “You silly Mommy!” and fall into my lap with giggles. I can’t remember why Penny and William were rolling around in hysterics. But I know it was good. And I know it was undeserved and unexpected. Which makes me inclined to think that it was holy.

 

About Amy Julia Becker

Amy Julia Becker writes and speaks about family, faith, disability, and culture. A graduate of Princeton University and Princeton Theological Seminary, she is the author of Penelope Ayers: A Memoir, A Good and Perfect Gift (Bethany House), and Why I Am Both Spiritual and Religious (Patheos Press).

Comments

  1. dashifen says:

    Years ago I was working with a group of people within the Pagan community of central Illinois. The leader of the group asked us when it was that we gave thanks to the gods and the answers were varied. One of us, though, simply answered: when I laugh. Your post reminded of that moment; thank you!

  2. Tim says:

    “inclined to think it was holy” – I’m inclined to think so as well, AJ!


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