My Father Danced
A friend shared a You-Tube with me this week and I’m still laughing. The father in the story took his toddler to her ballet dance recital. The wee one walked on stage, plopped down and refused to dance with her class. Her cool dad enters the stage, baby in his arms, and begins to dance next to his daughter who’s still in meltdown mode on the floor. But the dad had the routine down pat! I thought he looked pretty funny in his casual shorts with his hairy legs bowed to the music. His ballerina toddler took notice and soon she rose to dance too, twirling with her dad.
Sentimental Double Date
I enjoyed a double date with my husband and another couple last Saturday night when we attended a summer concert in the park. The Sentimental Journey Band played mostly tunes from the 40’s but threw in some Beatles songs and a few rockers began to dance in the aisle. That’s when my eye caught the young family sitting in our section. I watched the fun dad dance with his two-year old son but his daughter, about seven, just stood there refusing to join in the circle dance. Then the spirited dad jumped up and down to the music. He got that shy girl of his to dance with him! What kid doesn’t want to jump?
My Father Danced
A Father’s Day question surfaced this week and I’ve been thinking about it. “Share a favorite memory of something you enjoyed with your father.”
I loved dancing with my father. Both of my parents came from large Polish families and weddings in our family meant food feasts, kids included, and lots of dancing. I have wonderful memories of not only watching my dad grace the dance floor with my mom, but also feeling his easy-to-follow style twirl me around to the happy music too. As a kid, the big Polish weddings left an impression on me. Imagine a slippery hardwood waxed floor and fast polkas by a live, enthusiastic band! I still remember the fear of falling when the music sped up and called for that fast double hop. However, I was in my father’s safe embrace and I enjoyed the adventure as much as I enjoyed a roller coaster ride in the amusement park. I still recall the thundering stomps of jovial, heavy set adults circling the huge dance floor. My people are not small people, and their exuberant energy left huge dripping of aerobic sweat by the end of those long polkas. Dancers got out their hankies and wiped their shiny faces at the song's end.
Father-Daughter Wedding Dance
As we celebrate Father’s Day today, I hope good memories come to mind. Is there a favorite memory of something you enjoyed doing with your dad? I’d love to hear it.