The other day my two year old daughter was tickling my face with a feather after her sister had done it to her. Her sister observed this going on as the two year old intently repeated the feather rubbing on my face. I wasn't really even paying attention, to be honest. It just felt annoying if you want the real truth. Finally my seven year old daughter leaned down and whispered in my ear, "Mom. Laugh."
I hadn't realized that my sweet toddler was intently trying to get me to laugh-- even though I was not responding the way she had hoped, she kept trying. I am embarrassed to admit that someone had to remind me to laugh. Sometimes I get so tunnel-visioned, I forget to see the joy in the little moments, to savor a moment of laughter with my children. I turn their childish behavior into mere annoyances instead of focusing on what could be a connecting point for both of us.
And so, the next time she tickled me with that feather, I laughed. Hard. Granted, it was fake laughter as it didn't tickle at all. But the best part is, she laughed with me. I got to hear her little baby belly laugh that will all too soon be gone. I should know better than to miss these moments. I am glad the seven year old was there to remind me that day.