Doing It All For My Baby

My Little Guy loves music. He loves to sing. He loves to dance. He loves banging on his piano or xylophone, or playing his plastic sax. He plays a pretty good air guitar for a two-year old, and he uses his little fingers to “drum” on pictures of drums. He’s really into it.

Sometimes, when I’m feeling a little low or tired – all I need is to hear his giggly voice singing along with Twinkle Twinkle Little Star…and I perk right up.

One morning this week, I was rushing around, trying to get everything lined up for a busy day ahead. I was going over lists in my mind, applying mascara and slipping into loafers when Little Guy ran over to his Dad’s clock radio, hit the “on” button and when the music started (Huey Lewis); he said “DANCE MOM!” and began to dance himself.

So what did I do?

Well, I danced of course. I couldn’t say no after all… not to my Little Sweetie-Pie. And every time he spun in a circle, or jumped up and down, or attempted to shake his tiny rump – a little of the day’s weight fell from my shoulders. By the second verse, we were both shaking it pretty hard, and laughing even harder. It was a perfect start to an otherwise typical day. That quick little dance was calming and healing and energizing. It was exactly what I needed & I think Little Guy had a great time too.

Laugher may be the best medicine, but dancing with a toddler to Huey Lewis comes in a solid second – for this Mom anyway.