I remember putting on little dance recitals as a young girl. Me here, little sister there... smiles and anticipation filled the room. Would they be proud of us? Would they think we did our moves perfectly? Did we look pretty enough? Did I mess up?
Life is a dance and it isn't about looking perfect or wondering if I'll mess up, but just simply choosing to dance. The wonder. The hunger. Never taking a breath for granted. The smallness of standing beside a vast ocean. The wonder of my big, great, awesome Heavenly Father.
It's not about perfection, but choosing to always make time to dance. Under raindrops and beneath sunlight. That's where the bravery comes in. Don't sit out... get out there and dance. Don't settle for the path of least resistance.
That's what I want for my children. Don't be afraid, dear children, to wake up each morning and choose to dance. Through the joys and pains of life, dance makes everything a little sweeter. Simpler. More lovely.
Will I show them this example? Will I, the mother, dance through my days of poopy diapers, mundane chores, cloudy storms, and uphill battles? Will I choose to turn up the music of my Savior and dance to His perfect joy? I set the example. I tune the radio of their little souls.
And dance... brings smiles. Giggles. Belly Laughs! Do get out there and dance, sweet mother. When life is a blur and you can't seem to keep your head a float, put aside the dishes, the laundry, the chores... and dance with your little babes!