4/19/2012 0 Comments
Life has a great sense of humor! Just as I'm becoming immobile, my eight month old daughter is learning to crawl. It's adorable to watch! At this very moment, she can't figure out why the sliding glass door leading to our patio is an obstacle. She's nothing if not persistent as she's repeatedly bumps her head into it - and I am nothing if not amused. Hey, I never said I was a good mom!
Watching her learn to move warms my heart as I'm reminded of new dancers. Wobbly, unsure, excited... a wonderfully dangerous combination. The first time she made it two knees before collapsing. The next day was three. Today I saw her crawl eight knees before falling to her belly once she reached the object of her desire, (what is it about computer chords that make them baby crack?), and I was nearly moved to tears.
It's a milestone when a person learns to move. And when a person finally gives in to their lifelong dream of learning to dance - it's an equally important step. Don't laugh. I'm serious:) Once you learn to dance, you have that gift for the Rest of your Life! If you're serious about training your muscles, you'll remember the steps when you're 80! And you'll be half of the cute, old couple dancing at the wedding that everyone talks about afterward. Who doesn't want to be that?;)
It's not as easy as we think it's going to be. But I guarantee you, it's worth the work. I would caution you not to get so frustrated you cry (Naya). We're all going to step on ourselves, trip, and even fall. It's part of the game. We should be grateful because it's an opportunity to better ourselves. So as Fred and Ginger used to sing, "Pick yourself up. Dust yourself off. Start all over again."
Don't waste time worrying who saw your mistake and what they thought of it. If they're on the dance floor, it's either happened to them already, or is in their immediate future. And when it happens to them, be gracious - share your embarrassing moments so they don't feel so alone.
If you're reading this, you've probably already accepted the wonderful gift of Dance, and my heart sings for you! If you haven't, you know you secretly wish you knew at least one kind of dance. Find a local class or teacher and make the time already! Our time and health are our most valuable assets. So instead of answering the question "What did you do last night?" with some half-hearted TV guide review, why not say, "I went to a Tango class!" I guarantee you won't be sorry you did.
And though my daughter might remind me of you, please don't bang your head into a glass door repeatedly and remind me of her. (Or if you do, call me first so I can come over and laugh at you, too;) At least she's not giving up. Why should you? Fight the good fight! I'll see you on the hardwood. (I have to end with it. Nothing else feels right. Eventually it will be true:)
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Allison loves to write almost as much as she loves to dance, so no one had to twist her arm to get her to write about dancing!
All Dr.Seuss Life's A Dance Oh The Places You'll Go See You On The Hardwood