Write for 5 minutes flat on the prompt: “Dance” with no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
I am a dancer. Not professional or even talented, by any means. But I hear the music and I am compelled to move.
Music is always playing in our home. Five little children have inherited the need to move their little bodies. In our home it's as natural as being born with brown eyes or the ability to raise one eyebrow.
We don't think. We just dance to whatever is on.
Skirts twirl (what girl doesn't yearn for a twirly skirt with every fiber of her being?), hands held, stomping on toes, directions given. We look like Mexican jumping beans... some of us looking more Mexican than others.
(One of our Sat. morning dance parties, 2010)
I stand back for a moment and just watch the joy and the silliness ooze out of them. Remembering dancing with my sister and brother, knowing that my kids will take this gift, these memories with them to share with their families one day.
When they're gone, I will still dance. I will relish the memories of this time with them. But I will still dance. Sometimes by myself, sometimes with my love, but the need to move will still be there.
That's just the way He made me.
What makes you dance? Link up over at Lisa Jo's Gypsy Mama today and tell us.
PS We all know that fun things happen on Friday (okay, any day really but it just feels more fun on Fridays) so I wanted to let you know that I'm now on Twitter! I know, I know, finally, right? You can find me at One_BlessedLady! So exciting! Now to think up some clever tweets. With five children, I think I'll be able to come up with some good stuff. Well, maybe not clever, but definitely gross. Yes, very gross.