One of my inspirations, Stephanie Nielsen of nieniedialogues.com, had an essay contest entitled Motherhood Is...Since I am about 90% sure I did not win :o) here is my submission:
Dancing Through Life…Like My Mommy Taught Me
“Dancing on a stage in LA or NY.” That’s what I would have
replied just 3 years ago if I had been asked where I saw myself in ten years.
Where am I today? I am cleaning up the cheerios that my
little man has thrown from his high chair in an act of letting me know he is
done with breakfast. I am gathering the crayons that used to be neatly in their
box before my beautiful blonde needed to find the right shade of purple for her
zebra drawing. I am fixing lunch for my Prince as he heads out the door to
another day of teaching at the local high school.
I used to think being a Mother meant sacrificing all of the
dreams you once had for yourself. It has always seemed that I could not have
the career I dreamed of and the family I dreamed of at the same time; the two
were constantly battling for my attention. Days after making the decision to
stay home with my little ones so that they could be taught by their mommy
instead of a sitter, I am in fetal position on my bed, sobbing as my babies finally
lay down for their naps after a hectic lunch.
“Heavenly Father, please let me dance again,” I plead.
“Look around you,” a reassuring voice in my heart speaks.
I remember my baby girl before she was born, dancing in my
round belly to any music that was playing around me. I remember my little man
falling asleep in my arms after I begin waltzing with him after a pretty rough
night of fevers. I remember the excitement in the eyes of my baby girl as she
runs for her tutu to dance with the ballerinas on the television. I remember
chasing after my little man as he darts for the dance floor, eager to join the
big kids.
“Thank you,” I tearfully reply to a Heavenly Father who knew
where I needed to be to have my dreams truly come to life.
I may not be dancing in NY or LA, but I do dance. I dance center
stage, each day in my toy-filled living room with my sweet little red head in
my arms and my beautiful blue-eyed blonde copying my every move. The bright
lights of NY or LA dim in comparison to these precious moments.
Motherhood is the blessing of seeing your dreams come true
in a much grander form than you ever could have imagined. So, where do I see
myself in 10 years, you ask? Tying my daughters ballet shoes for the up-teenth
time as she makes her way to dance practice, her self-done blonde ballet bun
neatly pinned as her mommy taught her. Adjusting the tie of my little red head
as he heads off to church walking in his Daddy’s footsteps just like his mommy
taught him. Remembering to slow down and really enjoy each moment with my “babies”
just like my mommy taught me.
