Dance Party

Tonight my son reminded me of the dance party. See, we made a deal if we came home and got through our routine, if he listened, did homework, took his shower and all the things, we could have a dance party that night. We’d pick a great song and just dance. 

But today was different. Today felt sad. Felt ridiculously hard. I left work early because I needed to be alone. Finished work from home, picked him up from after care, cooked, cleaned and all other motherly duties. I was honestly waiting to exhale with a glass of wine as soon as he was in bed. 

But he reminded me of the dance party. And of course I obliged because he had held up his end. He had no idea I was fighting back tears, or maybe he did and that’s why he pushed for it. I danced with my reason tonight and nothing during our dance party mattered. One day I’ll tell him how often he’s saved me in life. How often he’s saved my life. How God worked through him time and time again, just to remind me he was real. To remind me in some way, things would be ok. That things always turn out ok. 

I’m a little bit better after that dance. And for that, I am grateful. So take a moment to dance girl, right through the tears, the fears, through it all. Find the things that matter most to you, hold on to them, and let go of everything else. 

I’m already so proud of you. So proud of us. 

Be kind to yourself this holiday season!