I found myself some Spanish music online and downloaded it for its lively beat so I could dancercise. I am a closet dancer and I am in desperate need of exercise. Its one thing when you're under twenty-five and you've got a metabolism that bounces back like a rubber band but when you're a little older, well... you have to work at it. I gave my husband fair warning from early on and he made himself scarce, which suit me just fine because if I was about to make a fool of myself, I'd prefer to do it in the presence of just the kids. They're a bit unforgiving, but at least with them, I might hope to live down any humiliation without it leaving these four walls. My husband might be tempted to spill the beans to my mother.
Well anyway, I turned the music on and by the time the first song was done, I realised that I still had some sort of soul left in me after all. I felt strangely proud of myself as I heard Shakir oohing and ahhing. "Mummy, I didn't know you had such good moves," he said in awe and I thanked God that he doesn't know a great deal about dancing yet.
Basking in the glory of his attention, I got a little braver, despite the way perspiration was pouring off me. I was literally drenched as if someone had dumped a load of water over my head. I could feel muscles that I didn't realise I had stopped using wake up and as weariness set in, I determined that I wasn't going to stop. It was kind of hard to keep on since with every move I made, I had to duck out of Jaheim's way. Unlike Shakir who I need only to give 'the look' to, Jaheim stands firmly in place and gives me a look of his own. I suppose the extra manoeuvring means I got additional exercise. I'm sure I'll know when I wake in the morning.
My selection was a mere seven songs and when the number six song started, I drew Shakir up and started to dance with him. He giggled the whole time as he tried to keep in step with me and it did my heart a good measure of joy. The funny part was that when that selection finished, I looked over and saw Jaheim dancing across the floor with the ease of an expert and then as the music stopped, he looked over and asked, "so mummy, you can put on a picture for me to watch now?"
"Yes, baby," I answered, realising that the few minutes that he had deigned to allow me for my 'foolishness' was over. I hope he'll let me squeeze in an hour tomorrow.
Allison is mother to two active boys who challenge her on a day to day basis with their escapades. In her other life, Allison juggles a regular day job as a marketing executive in a health food organization. At night, when everyone is asleep, she dreams of being a fulltime writer and super hero.