Saturday, March 12, 2011
My Son, The Dancer
In unison, "Nothing."
A giant red flag went up.
"C'mon, what were you doing?"
And this went on all night long.
He danced with every woman at the reception.
I should also point out his eyes were boob level.
He made the connection that every man should- a woman loves a man who can dance.
If he loved dancing before, he now appreciated what it could do for him.
This January, his dance studio decided to offer an after-school program at his elementary school. They asked him to dance in the demonstration.
As a mom I was nervous. I was so afraid my little second grader would be teased. Let's face it, dancing boys usually get teased.
My confident son didn't bat an eye. He danced perfectly...with his VERY attractive Brazilian dance teacher...who gave him a kiss at the end. Let's just say, he's permanently cool now. Perhaps legendary.
Over the past year, I watched him push himself and struggle with something that was not exactly easy for him. He has worked very hard.
Today, I watched the last 10 minutes of his class. He doesn't look like Chris Penn any more. He's not quite Kevin Bacon, but he looked very natural. And he had a big smile on his face.
One day, I'll be dancing with him at his wedding and thinking of the little, reserved boy who was the life of the party 20+ years earlier. I'll not only be proud of him, I'll also be happy that he's not stepping on my toes!
Yet again I've learned something from my children. Don't be afraid to do what you love. When you love something, it's not work. And most importantly, always be your unique self.
Posted by Mama Bean at 11:46 PM