As a pastor, (Lord, what a way to begin a sentence) some of my days are spent trying to help with some really difficult or sensitive situations. God is faithful to equip us to do what we can. It can be rewarding and fulfilling, but sometimes it's just hard. Today was one of those days. And as Nate might say, me no can blog about that.
So how 'bout something that's all about me instead? OKAY! You know me, I gotta give the people what they want.
Today, Ava's friend Rebekah was over and the girls were dressed in their ballet clothes for some serious ballet-ifying. (Say hi to Jan there in the background! Jason's parents are visiting.)
Nate wanted to dress up too, so we used our current go-to outfit: the cowboy. (He was clothed this time.)
I played some Aaron Copland for them and they spun around the living room. To the Americans in the house: 'Member that song from the Beef Commercials? ("Beef. It's what's for dinner.") They loved that one! I know--I am so cultured and stuff. So after much spinning and twirling, I asked if they wanted to hear some fast music.
I put on an old CD I have called "Sports Jamz" (or something terrible like that). My friend Jody may remember this CD from a skit we were forced into years ago at a women's retreat. All I will say is that it involved the song "Y'all Ready for This?", bare midriffs, and pom poms. That's all I will say, and I'm pretty sure I've over-shared as it is.
Well, Nate especially loved "Y'all Ready for This". I wish you could've seen the somersaults he was doing--all while keeping his cowboy hat on. The girls were having fun, too. Finally when I could talk Nate into listening to another song, I put on the next one. Remember "Whoomp, There It Is"? Awww, yeah. C'mon, Party People!
Don't pretend that you don't like this song. You're hearing it in your head right now, aren't you? I listen to Coldplay and Jack Johnson just as much as you, but don't be gettin' all superior and stuff! Whenever you chance to hear this song, which isn't so often anymore, you know that wanna get up and shake it. That's okay, you know. This song, for some reason, makes me feel really happy. I could say that it's evocative of simpler times, slumber parties, and the exuberance of youth--or maybe I just like to get my dance on every now and then.
So, I decided to get up from my perch by the CD player to show the kids how it's done. I did some of my best moves. They were less than impressed. You know that scene from "Hitch" where Hitch tries to teach Albert Brennamen to dance? Yeah. I was a little like that. Not Will Smith, the other guy. Belly included.
I mean, I think I got game, but no one else in the room did. The kids all looked away--like they were too embarrassed to even see it! Even 3 year old Nate, who is so lacking in social awareness that any public place is clothing-optional, averted his eyes. Was I really that bad? Perhaps it was just the overwhelming sight of my 7months pregnant self shaking like a polaroid. Too much to take in. Like staring into the sun--brilliant, glorious, blinding.
Or not. Perhaps it was freakishness, combined with no rhythm and a case of chronic white-girl. But do I care? Nope! In my mind, I am frozen at age 22: cute, bubbly, and well, not great-with-child. So I am somewhat surprised when I am not perceived this way. I mean, I know how adorable I am--and you should too, right? Right??
So what age are you "frozen" at? And what reality check has snapped you back to the present? Tag Team, Back Again!