Dance.Dance.Dance

Sometimes, I just crank the music and dance. Put the ol'ipod on shuffle and throw caution to the wind. Usually, Elizabeth will say "oh no, not the dancing again mommy!" Jude happily obliges me with a dance. His latest 'Fire on the Mountain.' I am by no means a good dancer. I just need to shake the bones once in awhile. When I say music runs through the veins, it truly does. I remember my mother spinning Joni Mitchell on vinyl when I was like 5? What strikes me as odd is when people say 'I can't dance.' I usually respond with 'well no one can really dance.' I mean whose to say there is a right way to dance? I grew up in a dancing household. Mom and dad can be caught dancing to this day on their lawn or in their kitchen. I dance with my brothers. I used to dance on my dads feet when I was little. I knock knees with my husband. I have a hard time letting him lead. I spent years perfecting a routine with my best friend. Who, I know, to this day would fall right back into the groove with me. I actually get excited about weddings because it is such a great excuse to dance with my husband. Even to songs you would never admit to liking but at a wedding who can be picky. Dancing is such an important thing to do....teaching your children to dance is teaching them how to take a risk. So dance, dance, dance. Dance with the babies in your life, dance with the old people in your life, dance by yourself, dance with your dog, dance with your lover. When is the last time you danced?