Wednesday, September 18, 2013

A Dancer

One of my family's most common evening activities is to stream videos of music and dancing on the television.  This often results in dance performances by my daughter.  Sometimes I join in, sometimes Tracy does, but Shea is always on the floor, watching the dancers and moving to the music. 

We've had her in a couple of dance classes, intro level stuff, but tonight I saw something in the way she moved that seemed different from her normal routines, her normal ways of being in her body.  Many of you parents might recognize this moment.

She danced in the living room and I suddenly had a vision of Shea as an older child of thirteen or fourteen.  It was like looking through a window in time to some as of yet delineated moment and I was startled by how beautiful she will become as an older woman.  I saw a lithe young woman who felt the music moving through her body and finding the natural expression of it in the lilt of her hips, the movement of a hand, and the lift and glide of her feet.  She was tall, taller than I have pictured her in past visions of my grown girl, and there was none of the awkardness of her current struggles with her walk.  She was flexible, graceful, and I was touched. 

I'm going to post a video of her dancing.  While most of you may only see a little girl dancing in the living room, the moment was transcendent for me.  I've seen her potential in a new way tonight and it threatened to overtake me with joy.