While driving along, have you ever looked to the right or left and seen arms flailing, head bobbing, and facial gestures that looked too hilarious for words? That was probably me driving along aside of you. I was singing and driver’s seat dancing (just in case you did not recognize what it was).
I LOVE to dance. Standing up, sitting down, in my office, in my head…anywhere there is music. I have danced backup for Janet Jackson and Beyonce (now, that is in my head…Hee…Hee). Dancing is a release, my form of exercise, and doing it gives me immense joy! I am free when I dance. Am I any good? I don’t know…it depends on who you ask? If you ask yours truly, I say…”Yep”
The person who fostered my love for dance was my mother. I vividly remember her dancing with my sister, brother, and me. It brings a smile to my face as I remember her grabbing my hand and we would do the Chicago slide. Our bodies would twirl and dip as her afro and my tiny ponytails would follow. Many years later, I would take my beautiful daughter’s hand and we would slide across the kitchen floor. I would teach her what my mama taught me.
This is not intentional…it was just something my entire family does. We dance! We talk loud, we laugh loud, and we dance loud. Any time we are together, insert music, dancing, and laughing until we literally pass out from happy exhaustion. We dance because we are happy…we dance because we love each other…we dance because when we had nothing or no one else…we had each other.
I am going to home state for Thanksgiving. My whole family will be there, as we are every Thanksgiving. You already know what is going to happen…we are going to cut a serious rug. And while the turkey is baking and the dressing is being mixed, I am gonna grab my mama’s hand so we can twirl and swing while everyone is looking….because she gave me the permission and the ability to truly embrace all that I am (flaws and all)!
The next time you hear a catchy tune, don’t just sit there! Flail those arms, bob that head, and dance backup for your favorite singer! Dance, get lost, and for a moment enjoy being your wonderful amazingly authentic self.
This thrifted bracelet was a gift from heaven. I has my mother’s, my daughter’s, and my birthstone in it. Homage to two of the people I love most.