Dancing

Deborah loves to dance. She's pretty good for a three year old too. Wouldn't it be wonderful if we were all that comfortable with our bodies? So comfortable we could get up and just twirl around the living room without a second thought to what someone else might think? She dances anywhere and everwhere. I think right now, Deborah is happiest if dancing. How free that must make her feel. She knows she good at it, although she does demand confirmation of that from her audience (even if that audience includes complete strangers). Oh to be three again. In fact, even as I sit here typing this she is dancing along with the music from the television. But she doesn't need the music supplied for her. Sometimes, she dances to the music in her head. Sometimes, she dances to songs she sings. I want to believe in myself as she does. I want to believe my body can make beautiful movements like she does. It makes her feel pretty to dance. And she is beautiful, especially when she is loving herself.