Dance With Me Mommy

The friend you would like to depend on has as usual let you down again. Your wisdom tooth broke and somehow, you have to come up with the money to have it and three others removed. It’s another day of feeling like God hates you and the world is collapsing on top of you.


Then there is that moment. The theme song to Elmo’s World is playing the background, and she comes up to me, her hands open wide.

“Dance mommy, Dance,” she asks.

I can’t help but smile. These big brown eyes are so beautiful and so hopeful.

I take her little hands in mines, and together our legs rock back and forth. We are locked in a moment. My eyes are fixed on hers and hers on mines. We smile, giggle and laugh.

The dance ends in hugs and kisses.

It’s a perfect day after all.