Yesterday my daughter had her first school dance.
Not the kind of will you dance with me kind of dance we all remember loathing so much.
But the kind where parents attended and it was actually okay that they danced.
Ehem. WE danced.
I might have to admit that I danced more than my daughter did. My seven-year-old daughter. Have I mentioned yet that she's seven now? Probably not. I hold off on that sort of stuff these days.
Sometimes I look at her and see that face that's still the baby I held in my arms.
And then she puts scarves on us both and asks for her fancy shoes (with a request for high heels, but we're not there yet) and is ready to go to the "ball" at her school.
But then we get there and she's running around and sliding across the floor and laughing and crying over a ridiculous little plastic ball-pit type of ball.
It's amazing how she changes in the blink of an eye. Literally.
I know - that word - using that word - she's not really CHANGING as I blink my eyes. But at the dance? One blink meant she went from dancing next to me, all fancy-ish to running around like a little girl playing. It was as close to literal as possible, so I'm going with it.
Anyway, it was so much fun. I lost track of what I was saying because I am sitting here listening to Pitbull and dancing in my chair. Honest. Dancing. In. My. Chair.
And this morning my daughter was singing about "$20 in my pocket ..." so it's all good.
Because sometimes you just have to put the rest of your life on hold and DANCE.
Enjoy it. Feel it. Listen to the music. Sing along. Whatever it takes.
Just dance. Do it.
Even if you're sitting in your chair. It's all good.
Dance with me?*
*It's a video with the lyrics and no half-naked Ke$ha, promise. I needed it to be safe for my kiddo to watch with me when I show it to her later!
p.s. I'm linking up today with Tanya for her Small Victories Sunday link-up! Come on over and join me there.