Laughter: A Requirement for Abuse Recovery

My daughter and her husband were diligently working on changing their newborn boy’s diaper. Suddenly, without warning–there never is warning–he took aim and in seconds, they both got squirted. “We just cracked up,” she told me. They thought it was funny. But they got wet! How did they think it was funny, I wanted to know. “Yeah,” she said, “if it was somebody else’s baby, I probably would have been grossed out. But everything my baby does is cute! We just thought it was funny. So we cleaned him up, put him down, and then got ourselves cleaned up.” Reminds me of the time, many years ago, when one of my babies burped all over me, the goo running down my back, in the middle of the night. I got hit so bad, I had to take a shower. It is funny in retrospect. At the time, I was probably too tired to laugh out loud, but I can definitely tell you I marveled at his power and aim, even then. How does a person do that? How does a person somehow convert a serious thing into humor? How does a person see the funny side of the worst things? Well one answer is that if you don’t, it’s guaranteed you’ll be miserable. Because life is difficult. I don’t have to tell you that. So there really are only two choices: Buck it or laugh. I have learned that some people have an amazing capacity to do the latter. I have gone to homes of mourners who, instead of crying at the loss of a loved one, laugh as...
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