I Hope You Dance

My little Aidan has dazzled me again. He got up on stage today, the youngest member of his hip-hop dance class (and the only boy), and danced his little heart out. Sure, it was hard to discern any actual dance moves in all of the jumping about, but that's not the point:

He did it. Fearlessly. And he loved it. And it showed. 

So even though I'm now convinced that suburban dance studios are first cousins to beauty pageants (no eight-year-old should look that much like a Vegas showgirl), I'm happy he got to have the experience. 

I hope he holds onto that feeling of joy that comes from putting your heart into something. 

And I hope he learns to breakdance.