tiny dancer

One of the many things that I love about Oliver is that he loves to sing and dance. He has most of the songs memorized on our iPod and Adam and I get a kick out of hearing his little voice belt out our favorite songs in the backseat of our car. He is a really good dancer too; because there is nothing that inhibits him from dancing, he just moves to the music. I pray that he keeps this quality that we can always encourage him to dance even when the world tells him not to. 

Oliver encourages me to dance and forget that others are watching. We were at the farmers market on Saturday and this couple was playing horrible renditions of horrible songs. It was really bad. But Oliver didn't care. In the middle of "Puff the Magic Dragon" he grabbed my hands and wanted to dance with me, in the middle of the market, where no one else was dancing. I didn't want to. I had to supress the feelings of being watched and judged by others. In the end I'm glad that Ollie and I swayed to the music when no one else was dancing. 

It's the small things that God uses to show me that I need to let go of caring so much about what others think and focus on caring about what my creator thinks.  I am grateful that he uses my son to teach me to dance.