These are the moments that are writing our lives onto the skin of the world, these moments that might make a woman turn red with embarrassment … or pink with exuberant laughter …
She knew it late this afternoon. It was that moment when she realized — as she grabbed the plastic grocery bags from the car — that she wore her yoga pants to the store. Backwards. With the drawstring hanging down her back side.
And she laughed. For the first time in the day, she laughed. After a no-good, terrible, horrible, very-bad day, it made her laugh.
These are the moments, the make-your-kids-roll-their-eyes moments, that someone might write down into your eulogy, or talk about a generation later with their own children. How when the going got tough, their mom still laughed.
Sure, she wasn’t afraid to cry, but she knew the truth about how laughter. She knew that when make-you-snort laughter was written into the script of a life, it made the script bubble.
She knew how laughter is the shortest distance between her messes and her sanity.
And how sometimes she knew she’d just have to laugh, because if she didn’t laugh, she might just cry.
So she laughed when she wore her pants backward, and put the milk in the cupboard, and the corn flakes in the fridge. She laughed when she left rocks in their pockets, and heard them clinking in the dryer. She laughed — or at least she tried to — when she had to answer the door in her Hello Kitty robe because the plumber needed to fix the faucet, that made the leak, that put a big hole in the ceiling below.
She thought it most appropriate to laugh when, while serving the cheesy hashbrown casserole, someone scooped out the paper coupons that had been stuck between the rectangle-shaped frozen potatoes.
She had to laugh when she realized that the car was running on empty, and her husband had warned her about cutting things so close. So, with squinty eyes and clenched jaw, she willed that car to get to the tank. But one block from the station, her car stalled out. In the middle of Main Street. In front of a few of her husband’s closest friends. Who kindly pushed the car to the tank. (And kept her little secret safe.)
She had to laugh when she couldn’t remember her passwords, but still knew all the words to all the songs by Def Leppard and Air Supply.
And she had to laugh, when her friend kindly reminded her that at least she remembered to wear pants to the grocery store.
And she was glad she had friends to laugh with.
And she knew she writing a better story with the laugh-track in it.
And that it was still okay to cry.
But man, did it ever feel good to laugh.
And thank God it’s Friday.