Dance Dance Revolution

I never used to like dancing. In fact, I detested it. High School dances were utter torture as I forced myself to gyrate to the "hits" of Crazy Town and Shaggy. In University, the only time you'd see me on the dance floor is if I was three sheets to the wind off Colt 45's. Heck, I almost died of embarrassment dancing with my husband on our wedding day!

Then Sadie came along, and Sarah got her groove back.

I used to be more self conscious, inhibited by my awkwardness, and afraid of how others perceived me. That changed after my husband watched a watermelon-sized baby come out of me. After that, I simply stopped giving a shit.

More importantly, my daughter loves it when I dance. We have dance parties nightly, my husband included, blasting old-school hip hop, Pistachio Mike, and shakin' what our mama's gave us. You know that quote "Dance as if no one is watching you..."? Well I dance as if my baby is watching me. It makes her laugh, it makes me laugh, and at the end of a long day of cooking, cleaning, and shitty diapers, a good laugh is just what I need.

So as the great poet Young MC once said, "Don't just stand there, bust a move"!