7 HUGS, 3 children, 3 adults (1 husband, 1 neighborhood friend, 1 new friend)
One of the best memories I have of my Dad is shared with many of my friends. As a matter of fact, it is shared with many people that I don’t even know. If someone I just met realizes who my Dad is they say, “Oh hey…I know him. Isn’t he the one that danced crazy all by himself during the town’s Cultural Event? Yep. That’s him. I was in middle/high school back in those days and while I feigned embarrassment because that is what I was supposed to feel, I was secretly proud and envious. I wanted to be just like him. When I asked why he would head out on to the dance floor when no one else would he replied, “Because I like to dance.” Huh. Life really is just that simple. Here was a man doing what he loved and I got to witness as people’s faces lit up watching him dance or even just talking about him dance. (And no, it’s not because he is an exceptionally good dancer. Sorry, Dad.) They found joy in his joy. It was beautiful.
I did lose this lesson somewhere along the way but thankfully have found it again through my hugs. This is clearly evident when I am at Zumba. Tonight was my second class. Instead of wondering if I was doing it wrong, if my arms were in the wrong place, if maybe I clapped at the wrong time, I enjoyed the dance. I clapped when I felt like it. I shimmied when I felt like it (yup, that’s right, I shimmied). And, I laughed the whole way through. You can even feel it, can’t you? The beat, the energy, the laughter. It’s contagious. Thank you Dad for teaching me one of the great lessons of life.
Please accept this blog as my virtual hug to you.