Week 15: Dance like no one’s watching


My eternal dream is to be graceful. How I would love it if I could just go to the dance floor and shake it with pure abandon – and look fantastic doing it. However, in the present scope of things, I can’t dance to save my life. Well, I can, but it would be painful to watch.

Good thing, then, that two nights ago, there was no one watching except two little sweetpeas, and they didn’t care. All they cared about was that we were dancing.

It was a slow night in the Beehive – where The Hooligan, The T-Rex, The Hub, and I live. Dinner was over, the chaos was settling down for the night. We were getting ready to do the daily battle, also known as taking a bath, when Word World came up on the Playhouse Disney channel.

In Word World, there are only animals; and what these animals do is they speak English and “build words.” A great way to teach budding little intellects like The Hooligan and The T-Rex how to spell. Now the animals in Word World (there’s a sheep, frog, pig, ant, duck, shark, and dog), apart from talking. also like to play instruments. In one teaser, they put together a band and play a rather cool tune – for animals.

It’s been a thing of ours to jump up and around when this tune pipes up. (Yes, it’s very exciting.) So there we were, bouncing to Dog’s beat on the drums, and I decide to put on CDs so we could bounce some more. The Disney compilation was already on the player so we danced to that. I found it a bit odd to dance to the three little pigs and Jiminy Cricket but the kids were squealing with pure joy so I swallowed it and boogied. Next up was the Eraserheads, but that didn’t go well with The Hooligan – she said it wasn’t ballet music. Probably right. To shift the collective mood towards bedtime, I turned to blues and put on Eric Clapton’s Reptile (the best album in the world, in my humble opinion, next to U2’s Joshua Tree).

It was interesting to see we had different dancing styles. The T-Rex (who, now, is also known by his other nickname, The Spitting One) generally stomps around while flexing his arms and sticks out is diapered bottom, and sometimes steps on my foot. The Hooligan, who dropped out of ballet class after a month of lessons, likes to ballet-ize all her dances. She prances, leaps, does pirouettes, and a whole lot of improv stuff. She’s very creative when she dances. I go by the seat of my pants and just try to survive my kids’ movements while secretly dying inside of self-humiliation.

But The Hooligan and The T-Rex had no expectations and so I was able to dance with them with pure abandon. And that made my day.


About Cecile

Welcome! So glad you could stop by. My name is Cecile and I like to write stories, especially if they're true, like the stuff in here. Most of my stories talk about the people most important to me--The Hub, The One with the Toilet Humor, and The Manipulator (I swear, they have normal names in real life). So grab that drink, sit back, and read on; I put up this blog to make life more fun for me, and hopefully for you, as well. Cheers!

2 responses »

  1. Kabalo ka gle mag piano ate cey? I haven’t heard u perform yet..
    I always wanted to play piano but it’s so expensive buying one..

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