Before our daughter was born, I was sure that I wouldn’t be as excited about “firsts” the way I was when our son was born. In fact, I was so adamant that I have almost all but tried to ignore the firsts just so I could stick to my preconception. It was a misconception, I’m discovering.
Then came the first time she looked at me and laughed. It was a real laugh, and it totally caught me. I spoke to her some more, and she continued to laugh. I was so enchanted.
I picked her up and walked out the front door to see my wife and son playing outside. I called to my wife, signaling her to come quickly. Thinking there might be something wrong, she made haste across the lawn.
“Watch this,” I said, and I held our daughter above my head and got her to laugh again.
Then came my wife’s uncensored response.
“Oh, yeah. I know,” she said. My face clearly changed from unbridled joy to disappointment. “Uh, well, yes. This is her first laugh. You’re right,” she added, trying to reassure me.
Well, I believe her first response. Clearly, it wasn’t our daughter’s first laugh. But it was the first time I made her laugh, and that means a lot. It’s apparent that she and I have bonded, because I know that not any man can just walk up and get her to giggle. At least, not yet…
2 thoughts on “My daughter’s first laugh, or is it?”
that’s sweet Tim but remember, the baby whisperer Michael can get her to sleep!
It’s something, isn’t it? Enjoy it while you can. My daughter just turned 28. I can still get her to laugh, but not without an accompanying eye-roll to demonstrate that she’s laughing at me, not with me.