Choo-choo always had this thing about me dancing. He hated it. Well, maybe not when he was an infant into a very young toddler. I used to dance around with him, but he wanted me to hold him instead of dancing along with me. Every. Single. Time.
Once he started using his words more, the phrase became common. “You no dance, Mommy!!”
With or without music, whenever I felt the desire, I would dance. And Choo-choo would yell at me to stop. On days when he was acting especially bratty, I would turn up the music and move to the beat just to annoy him. Is that a bit mean of me? Maybe, but dancing was a better solution than yelling back.
Then one day, Choo-choo was excited about something. I wish I could remember what. Suddenly, in his joy, he started wiggling his body. He had a big smile plastered on his face.
“Are you happy dancing?” I asked.
“Yep!” he grinned.
And there it began. We happy dance for a lot of things now. Last night, we wiggled with glee because Choo-choo put his clothes on correctly, each leg in their own section of the shorts, no do-overs needed. And just now, we danced again because we wanted to. Choo-choo even showed me his moves, encouraging me to try them too.
Of course, he looked at me like I’m crazy when I showed him how I dance. (That’s what led to him wanting me to do it like he does. I think he thinks his moves are much better!)
I love this new stage of our relationship. I love that we can be silly and fun and he won’t yell at me to stop. At some point, I’m sure he will be embarrassed by me again. I can hear the “Mooooomm!!!” already. So for now, I am going to enjoy and cherish every fun, silly, happy, gleeful moment I can with my sweet little Choo-choo.