Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Photo Booths Make Everything Better

Don't wish me happiness--I don't expect to be happy.  It's gotten beyond that, somehow.
Wish me courage and strength and a sense of humor--I will need them all.
Anne Morrow Lindbergh

This quote is hanging in my bathroom, on my wall of words.  I totally believe this statement, mostly because the sense of humor part.  I can always find a way to laugh, about almost anything.  Usually I am trying to make someone else feel better or more comfortable in a situation.  My brother and I have joked about how sometimes we feel like the family jesters, but we aren't complaining.  We feel very comfortable in our roles.  

My personal belief is that there should be a photo booth on every corner.  Life would be sillier and funnier, I promise.  People are suckers for photo booths, even those serious folk who repress their problems.  They close the curtain, stick out their tongues and laugh.  

My family and me are total suckers for photo booths....at weddings (which is a delightful trend!), movie theaters, children's museums, anywhere.  We haven't met a photo booth we haven't loved.  We will drop what we are doing and pose.  It is important to be silly.  It is important to laugh.

Thank God that we have a Mac at home and have the whole photo booth thing going on in our kitchen...it provides A LOT of entertainment for my kids, and me.  (I am not such a fan of the special effects though.)

I believe in silliness and posing.  I also believe in living life like it is a musical.
Life is so much more interesting if you sing and dance and laugh your way through it.
Believe it or not, I don't watch "Glee," but I do appreciate what the show is doing--dance numbers, inspired songs, tackling tough issues with humor and music.  Good stuff.

My older kids had a kindergarten teacher who said singing helped kids learn.  She would sing about "teachable moments" and the kids thrived.  I try it at home and the kids roll their eyes.  That doesn't stop me.  I have also been known to sing "Good Morning" from "Singing in the Rain" first thing in the morning with a little soft shoe routine.  You better believe the kids roll their eyes at that, but they laugh too.

And I love it.  Laughing, singing, dancing...it's all good.

It helps with the heavy stuff, the big questions.
For example this fine piece of art that Lucy asked me to mail to, heaven.  Yup, heaven.

Yikes.  For someone that suffers from a curse of generations of anxiety disorders and depression, I worry about little Lucy.   These are normal kid questions, right?  She will be okay, right?  I will sing to her in the morning, although what kind of song is there for scary fears about death?   

It will be better because we will be silly and laughing.  That always helps, even with the big, scary stuff.
(Okay, I know we have to address the scary death stuff in Lucy's letter, but let me dance and pose first.)

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