On a Friday night, earlier this year Liana and I decided to head down to the lake and listen to the live band that is there most weeks.
Liana was all keen to go but a little bummed when we got there and everyone else was in big groups and had lots of friends and she was stuck with me (in the nicest possible way of course). We decided to listed to one more song and then head home. On comes a song that she knows and I see her start to wiggle her hips a little. Go dance in front of the stage with all the others I say, and she says nah, I don’t want to. I will just stand here and watch…
After a few minutes her hand reaches out ~ Mama dance with me!
I cringe. I panic. I start to sweat, coming up with all the excuses in my head that I could… Dancing around our kitchen is fine. A little hop skip and a jump when a cool song comes on when grocery shopping in Coles, that’s kinda funny… But dancing in public with an audience of a few hundred people – not so cool. My gosh – what if someone I know sees me! I hesitate and say, soon. While planning an escape route. An excuse to go home. Quick, get me outta here.
I watch her, dancing. Arms and legs flailing. Hair flying everywhere. Stomping and twirling and wiggling and looking like an extremely uncoordinated baby elephant. But smiling. Laughing. Having so much fun!
The fact that people were watching her, smiling back, nudging their friends to look making her all the more happy.
Her smile was a mile wide!
Standing there, trying to be casual, hoping she would be distracted enough to not ask again. Thinking to myself I don’t do public dancing. No freaking way!
Please get me outta here.
But her little hand reaches out again and again and her sing song voice – Come on, Mama, it’s fun!
So I take her hand, and we dance.
We dance to old school rock songs in the middle of a pathway and we sing at the top of our voices.
We twirl and swirl and laugh and trip over our own feet.
We notice the people watching us (her proud and happy to have an audience, me still cringing a little inside) but we keep on dancing. Right then, it didn’t matter how uncoordinated I looked, all that mattered was the joy we could both feel.
My task for you today ~ take a few minutes and simply dance… No matter where you are! No matter how you [think you] look.
Trust me, it is liberating! Bonus points if you dance in public. And please fill me in on how it feels in the comments below…