Ok, so I like to dance anyway…anywhere…everywhere…all the time.
My daughter and I dance all around. This is fun…this is good. For some reason, I think she would be ok whether she danced with me or not.
Dancing with my boys does not strike me in the same way.
Maybe it is because they have been dancing on my hips since I met them.
Maybe it is because I was so very shy, and my baby girl is NOT.
Perhaps it is because I was a middle school teacher and saw so many boys at dances who had no idea what to do, so they stood around, OR worse…grabbed on and plastered themselves so they were certainly left uncomfortable.
I really think if mamas dance with their baby boys it can make a difference. They have this body awareness. They know what the hell to do with their feet. They have a capacity for fun with music and moving that has nothing to do with MTV and girls in swimsuits shaking their asses on cars.
I hope this is true.
I like to think that each day with our dance party in the living room, I am helping my boys relate to females in a positive and fun way that has nothing to do with grabbing and plastering, and so on and so forth.
Also, I will have years of footage to justify a smack on the ass and pulling them away by their ears should I ever see them all up in someone’s business ( a zillion years from now of course).
I think I am done here.