The girls and I attended the wedding of a friend's daughter yesterday. Everything was beautifully orchestrated, and I'm so happy to have been included. For many reasons. It was just a lot of fun being there to celebrate her daughter and new s-i-love as they move on toward this next big chapter of their lives (not to mention my friend's shove into her own new empty-nesting chapter). Evie loved hanging out with her bestie, so she was thrilled. I was able to visit with many of my old "girls night out" friends whom I haven't seen in ages. My two little ones had an absolute blast, too. Seeing them out on the dance floor, not at all self-conscious, and both without a care in the world, really just made me so thankful. And a little embarrassed (one was off the ground more than she was on it, brandishing her own delightful style of martial-arts-ballet-hip-hop-yoga-spinning-kick moves). But mostly thankful. It reminded me of two things. My parents turning up the music in my childhood home, and the lot of us just dancing around like we knew what we were doing, until we fell breathlessly down in fits of laughter. And it also reminded me that I used to do that with my kids, too. I really had sort of forgotten that we ever even did that, and it made me all at once miss it terribly. It was one of those things we just fell out of doing when T left. I think we shall fall back into it this week. I miss that kind of deep, soulful joy.
Also, now that I know they can all bust a move so <ahem> eloquently and unabashedly, the requirements for getting into the car have just been upped (yes, I lock the car doors, and they have to dance to be let in... stole it from a Funniest Videos show a long time ago). With car line pick-ups looming later this week when school resumes, I shall no longer accept a raised arm or a little jump as a dance ticket into the air-conditioned comfort of our minivan. <evil, sly, wicked grin>
.....Shake your groove thang, shake your groove thang, yeh , yeh! Show 'em how ya do it now!.....
'Sup with you this fine Sunday?
Stay tuned for MadMONDAY's post tomorrow. Do *you* have a story to share about child sexual abuse? I'd love to hear from you. I am looking for guest bloggers for TellTUESDAY (your words, your voice). Thank you for sharing this journey with us.
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