My daughter was talking about her cousins - traits they have that were passed on through a parent. Then she asked, "But Mom, where did I get my funniness from?" Translation: you and dad aren't funny, so why am I?
This made me sad, but I realize she's right. Over the years, I've significantly serious-ed up, and I've lost that funny feeling. What happened? I remember giggling uproariously, often during church or with my cousin at a sleepover. I miss that feeling of uncontrollable laughter.
When did I get so serious?
I think it was a gradual process.
First teacher's college, then teaching kindergarten and grade one, where I supervised children's behaviour and told them when they were being inappropriate. Big funny-killer, even though the work brought me joy.
Then I became part of committees that talked about shrinking budgets. Not a whole lot of laughing that happened there, unfortunately.
Then we bought a house.
Then I started nagging more.
Then my cousins and I, who had a Christmas tradition of dressing up in weird costumes and carolling to our families at our Christmas gathering then getting changed and pretending it wasn't us, stopped one year. I guess we were all of a sudden too mature for that.
Any suggestions of how I could find my lost sense of humour are more than welcome.
I have an interest in wisdom literature lately, so here's my inspiration from the book of Proverbs, talking about an "excellent wife":
Strength and dignity are her clothing, and she laughs at a time to come. (Proverbs 31:25)
Here's to more laughing over the weekend! Another Lent discipline.