My sweet baby boy, John Paul, laughs a lot, which means that I do too. And it’s wonderful. I’ve had a few people ask me what we do all day, and I usually say, “Laugh at each other.” Of course there are moments of cleaning, cooking, laundry, walking, playing, and crying (usually just him!) thrown in there, but no matter what we’re doing, we usually end up laughing at one another.
Case in point:
After finishing my second round of chemotherapy, I began awakening to more and more strands of hair on my pillow. When I’d take a bath and wash my hair, the drain would clog with all of the hair that fell out. Eventually, I started to cut it in stages. First, my husband cut my long hair to my shoulders. Then, an amazing hair stylist cut my hair into a cute, very, very short style, compassionately and for free. Eventually, I began waking up with mounds of hair on my pillow, and I finally decided that I couldn’t take it anymore. It was time to face my fear of losing my hair. It was time to go big or go home.
I thought that I’d have to shave my head to get rid of the last of it, but I accidentally discovered by itching my head that all I had to do was brush my hair with my hand and it easily fell out. So, at ten a.m on a Sunday morning, I decided to go for it. Mike sat with me, and just as ever, he was ready to comfort me and dry my tears. My sister, who was visiting, came and sat next to me on the bed, her hand-held out for me to grab. My mom came in the room holding John Paul, armed with smiles and hugs. But then, surrounded in love, as I brushed out my hair revealing an unfortunetly misshapen bald head, and in the face of something scary, I laughed. And then, we all laughed. And then, Mike got out the vacuum cleaner to suck up all the dead hairs flying from my head.
And you know what? With a side of laughter, something pretty scary became something pretty funny.
My prayer for you today is quite simple: may you dare to face your fears bravely, with a big side of laughter.
Thank you for joining me on my 31 day challenge!