She’s confused. My daughter. She’s not sure why I’m dancing. I don’t look especially happy and she caught me crying in the bathroom, so why dance?
“Are you happy now, mommy?” She asks.
Am I happy? I’m not really happy right now, baby, but I have joy, so I can dance in the storm.
“The storm?”
She thinks about it for a while and seems to understand. She smiles at me. Then I felt so happy but it made me wonder.
Can others bring themselves to dance in the storm? Or am I just delusional?
My life is a roller coaster of emotions, with the highest highs and the lowest lows. On the one hand, I am so happy. No, actually, I am more than that. Happiness is too shallow. I feel joy deep in my heart.
I love singing and dancing and playing around with my daughter. On rainy days, she asks me if I miss being a kid and I say sure thing then she says come with me. I allow my inner child to go with her and we run around in the rain, jumping in mighty puddles and laughing out loud as if there’s no tomorrow.
When we are inside, she wants me to chase after her and so she does things to get my attention. I give in to chase after my silly little goose, capturing her in my arms to shower her with tickles and love.