One of my favourite moments is when I get to have a shower by myself. For some people this seems like a pretty normal thing. But in our house it’s a pretty rare occurrence. Our family bathroom is small. Like dorm room small. And the minute I step in the shower, a child inevitably hurts themselves. Needs a glass of water. Can’t tie their shoes. Climbs into the tub and starts squirting strawberry bath bubbles everywhere. The phone rings. There’s a delivery at the door. Or the cat decides to throw up a hair ball. But every so often, on very rare occasions I get to have a shower alone. I cue up the best playlist I can (read : girl tunes). And sing at the top of my lungs. So loud that our neighbours can hear us through closed windows. The dogs across the street start howling back. And anyone within a one block radius covers their ears and runs away in horror. But I don’t care who can hear me. How off tune I’m singing. Or how ridiculous I sound. For that ten minutes I am Rhianna. Taylor Swift. Justin Timberlake. And nothing else in the world matters. Not even a little bit.
Sarah Elizabeth has had a bit of an adjustment with kindergarten. She is the youngest in her class. The smallest. And has some health issues that make her miss more days than most kids. Some days end with big smiles. Some end with tears. And many end in frustration as she can’t keep up with her classmates. But regardless of how her day went, the minute we get in the car and turn on the radio it all falls away. She doesn’t care if she’s dancing like anyone else. What it looks like. Or if anyone is watching. Nothing in the world matters in that moment. Just the music.
As she grows older and the world starts to poke at her, I hope she never loses the feeling that dancing gives her. I hope she always dances in the hallway. Standing in line at the water fountain. In the bathtub. At the grocery store. In a crowd. Or alone. I hope that when music moves her, she let’s it. No matter who is watching. Or where she is. I hope she dances to fill her heart. And soul. I hope for many things for Sarah Elizabeth. But most of all, I hope she never stops dancing.