Dancing Like a Five Year Old

I'll admit it. I was cranky yesterday morning. The sitter cancelled at the last minute and it made me realize how much I am trying to get done in the next month or so before this baby comes. But here was today, stretched out in front of me. A whole day of having my son to myself.

As we walked into the smoothie shop together, my mind was still trying to let go of all the things I wanted to accomplish in the studio that day. Also I was feeling very pregnant and achy. I was just thinking irritably to myself "why is the music so flipping loud in here??" when I heard a little voice and felt my son take my hand: "C'mon mom, let's dance."

Moments like this are why I love being a mom. He's five years old and there is not the slightest trace of self-consciousness. He's got a yucky cold and his bangs are too long, hanging in his eyes. Does he care? Hell no. He is head back, arms outstretched, spinning in the middle of the smoothie shop. So I decide to let it all go too and join him. Because where else can a thirty-eight year old, eight months pregnant woman bust a move in broad daylight unless she has the lucky excuse of a dancing five year old?

Here's the song we danced to, Super Duper Love by Joss Stone. Feel free to listen if you need to do a little dancing today.