Dancing with My Baby

It took a bit of effort for my wife to get me to take ballroom dancing lessons with her, many years ago. Men, especially athletes like me, don't want to take the chance of looking uncoordinated ('two left feet').

But the lessons were fun, and the instructor was patient. We have forgotten a lot of what we learned, except the waltz, the rumba, and a good bit of swing.

This is not about dancing with my wife. It's about dancing with my granddaughter, and the unique dancing of my niece's daughter, Mora.

Our granddaughter, Melanie, is only a few months old. I have found that one thing that will settle her down is to take her in my arms and waltz. I'm not sure if it's the rhythmic movement or the particular steps, but Melanie likes to waltz.

Mora, my great-niece, recently learned to walk. She's still a bit unsteady. To me, she dances more than she walks, swaying with every step. She loves it! Adults may worry about the chance of her falling, but Mora dances on, with a big smile on her face. Ah, the adventure of dancing, trying out the unknown!

Have we lost our sense of adventure? Wouldn't you like to dance, stepping into the unknown? It's guaranteed to make you smile.

"Now faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the substance of things not seen." Hebrews 11:1