I make an effort every day to stop and laugh with my daughter. I know -- it seems like a parent shouldn't have to make a point to laugh with their child. But sometimes I guess it's easy to forget or let the moment pass by. I didn't realize I was missing out on laughter until one evening when my husband came home from work and starting playing with Hallie. I heard them giggling and then belly-laughing from the other room and it stopped me in my tracks. I hadn't heard Hallie laugh like that all day. And maybe not even throughout the past few days. At least not with me.
Now I make time for laughter. I don't schedule it and I don't force it. It comes easily, now that I welcome it. And when laughter is lacking we are both quick to sense it. Some days I have to stop cleaning the house or forget about getting in and out of the grocery store as quickly as possible, just so we can laugh together. It's worth it. I want my daughter to remember the laughter. More than anything else, I want her to remember the moments of joy and happiness we share and that it happens often.
[Participating in Project 52: Glimpse Into Motherhood]