One of my favorite books to read with Abbey before she goes to sleep at night is "Time for Bed." It's a short, simple poetic lullaby of different animal babies - yes, you guessed it - going to bed. My favorite line is: "It's time for bed, little calf, little calf. What happened today that made you laugh?"
Other than the precious act of Abbey leaning down and kissing each animal on every page (o.m.g. it's so precious), this line is my favorite part. What a great question. What happened today that made you laugh?
I can imagine the writer of this book at 2 a.m. the night before the final draft was due, refilling her coffee cup and silently cursing herself for choosing a calf for one of the animals. What rhymes with calf?! She probably would have thought the snake page would have been her biggest challenge…does anyone really want to think about snakes at bedtime….yea, I didn't think so.
And then I can see her sheer excitement over her own brilliance when she came up with it - right at the moment when she knew if she didn't shower now, she would be running very late for the meeting with her publisher. (I have no clue how the publishing process goes, so just humor me here…).
"What happened today that made you laugh?" Oh my gosh that is perfect! It's so different than the other lines that talk about why it's time for bed or how the Mamas can't believe that the babies are still awake! (like that darn snake!)
I think we all need to ask ourselves this question before we lie down every night. Too often our days are one big ball of blurry hurriedness. We have so much to do. So many things to check off the list. So many reasons to make us rush through our day just wanting it to be over, only to get up and blur through another one all over again. How often do we pause to appreciate the simple goodness of our days? Even when (or especially when) the day is not so good, and it's a long shot to think of something that happened to make us laugh. Don't you think it's important to look for the joy, the funny, and the humor that really does exist in this world? I wonder how we would grow and change if we were to make this search for laughter a daily spiritual discipline….
I get excited about reading that page to Abbey when she is old enough to answer the question. I can't wait to hear the joy in her voice when she tells me something that was funny from her day. (At this point, I'm sure it will likely involve her buddy Izzy). I can't wait to laugh with her when she recounts the memory. And then, with that being one of the last things on her sweet little mind before she falls asleep, I can't wait to find out how the funny story carried her in her dreams and woke her up with a smile on her face. Ready for a new day. Excited to find out what will happen this day to make her laugh.