I have held onto this article for awhile now, trying to figure out when would be the best time to post it to the blog. As I woke up this morning and saw the news and internet awash with images and interviews from 10 years ago, I thought that today would be appropriate. I think it is a good reminder to us all about what life should truly be about and how we need to evaluate the ways in which we spend our precious time.
And She Danced
July 13, 2011by Estelle Sobel Erasmus of “Musings on Motherhood and Midlife”
My eighteen-month-old daughter, Crystal, and I recently attended a reading group at the library where the teacher asked all the moms and their babies to form a tight circle on the floor. I watched as the toddlers ran to sit on the laps of their mothers. My daughter stood a few feet away. I called out to her, and she strode toward me. Then suddenly, and with great purpose she turned around, moved into the center of the circle and began to dance.
I watched my daughter spin around the floor in reckless abandon, her feet moving in a wild motion, to some music in her mind. The music first carried her toward the other mothers and children and then away; I felt her palpable joy. I worried that the other moms would resent my child’s insistence on taking center stage, but I saw smiles on their faces instead of the disapproving frowns I feared. I marveled at the wonder that is my daughter as she moved. She acted so clearly in the moment. No worries, fears or thoughts for the future interfered with her actions.
Had I ever been that way, I wondered. If so, could I be like that again? Could I become as free and unfettered as a child with her whole life ahead of her, ready and willing to be the star of her own production?
I am Crystal’s mother but I already admire her fortitude, determination and intense desire to be recognized as if she were my equal. To me, she’s a complete little person who is already so comfortable in her skin that she draws people in with that very confidence. I suppose it might be credited to me and my husband. Some might say that we’ve instilled in her a feeling that the world is a safe place. Personally, I think she was born that way.
I have always considered myself to be like a kite, freer than everyone I knew, soaring above the ground powered by my own imagination. I was a writer and editor, with few responsibilities besides those of my career. Then I married and had my child. Over time, I have become as grounded as a great oak tree. Yet through my daughter I see my possibilities all over again. With purpose of mind and crystal clear intention she – and I – can do anything.
I fear for her, too. Will the vicissitudes of childhood knock her down, hurt her strong self-esteem? Children can be so cruel. I don’t want her to be bullied, but I don’t want her to be a mean girl either. So what can I do? Childhood is short and there are life lessons ahead to be learned. What can any mother do, but wish for their child a road easier than her own and hope to pave her child’s way along that road with the mortar of the mother’s hard-earned wisdom.
So I watch her as she dances, carrying my heart in her every spin, foot flourish and smile.
Dance, my darling daughter, dance! And take me with you on your journey across the floor and through the years. What mommy knows is that you’re young only once, but if you have the right loving support, you can be young in spirit forever.
Do not take one single breath for granted and ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS, ‘dance.’
-Dedicated to my little dancer who always shows me the way that we should all live our life

Love and reflection today and always,
Lisa