I’m incredibly clumsy. I drop things, run into doorways and quite regularly fall down. Throughout my years of public mishaps, I’ve learned that the only way to deal with it is to learn to laugh at myself.
This past weekend was no exception.
Hubby and I and the kiddos took a road trip to Grand Rapids, to watch son, Mason, play in a basketball tournament this past Saturday. After a long day at the tournament we made our way to our hotel destination.
Each one of us was loaded down with at least one bag on each arm and a pillow under another as we filed into the hotel lobby to wait our turn to check in. Sometime during the wait Hubby deposited his bags directly behind my right heel unbeknown to me.
Shortly after his deposit I decided to shift my weight. My feet were unable to move, causing my upper body to take the momentum and I began what felt like a slow descent to the floor as I tried desperately to regain my balance. Eventually a coffee table holding a lamp caught my right elbow stopping the backward motion.
When I finally landed, I was half-sitting on Hubby’s pile of bags and half-laying across the decorative couch behind the bags.
Silence so deafening it made my ears ring followed as my family stared at me with their mouths hanging open. Finally, the man who had been checking in before us broke the silence with laughter.
“If I would have had a video camera filming that fall I definitely would have sent it in to America’s Funniest Home Videos!” he chuckled.
As I was struggling to dislodge myself from Hubby’s pile of bags my son finally came to his senses and gave me a hand off the floor, but not before whispering, “Mom, you almost knocked over that lamp on the table.”
Unbelievable! Not one person from my family offered even one tiny morsel of concern for my wellbeing!
As my family began to recover from their extreme embarrassment of the situation I started to get the giggles of what that must have looked like. I mean, drunken people probably have more graceful falls than the one I just took from a stationary standing position, at a time when I was stone cold sober.
The more I thought about it, the more I started to giggle. It became so bad that I couldn’t even speak without laughing. At this point, Hubby looked like he wished he hadn’t claimed he was with me. Once inside our room I lost it. I was rolling on the floor laughing. The kind of laughter where your side hurts, your eyes water, you can’t catch your breath and your body’s totally spent. It feels like you’ve just finished a two-hour session at the gym.
Call me crazy, but I am a firm believer that we need humor to help us cope with all sorts of circumstances. When these mortifying moments happen to us, they can definitely be hard to shake off. If we can’t take a step back and laugh at what a mess life can be, then what’s the point?
Granted, timing is everything. There is definitely an appropriate time to laugh. And if it is not yet the appropriate time, give it a few minutes... chances are it will be funny later.
Let’s say someone was to make a joke right after it happened about me hypothetically plummeting to the ground with hardly an apparent cause. I would probably be red in the face and humiliated. But give me a couple minutes to realize what a trivial moment it ends up being in my life and I will probably be willing to publicly write about it—hypothetically.
Bottom line, we need to laugh.
If you can’t find anything to laugh about, embark on an adventure; while yours, dear reader, might not be quite as humiliating as mine, it could be perhaps even more whimsical.