A Song Can Spark a Memory

“Dad, I need you

There’s a ball at the castle

And I’ve been invited

And I need to practice my dancing

Oh, please, Daddy, please”

So I will dance with Cinderella

While she is here in my arms

‘Cause I know something the prince never knew

Oh, I will dance with Cinderella

I don’t wanna miss even one song

‘Cause all too soon the clock will strike midnight

And she’ll be gone – Steven Curtis Chapman ~ Cinderella

I hadn’t heard this song in forever! I was in the car tonight, and this song came on the radio, brought tears to my eyes… My children are really growing up! I remember the days of the twirling skirts (I had one too). We would twirl around in circles in the living room, my son would join in – minus the skirt, haha. Since we’ve moved, their thing has been singing. We harmonize and sing. Note to self: I need to set up the speakers, so we can crank up the music and dance…

But, I had a thought while listening to the song, do the girls dance with their dad? How special it would be for them to dance with him on their wedding day! There are just some things, I pray they see, experience as they grow up… Prom, their wedding day, I know these days are far and FAR, FAR away, still, the thought is so real it brings me to tears!

I don’t try to be everything to them. I can only be mommy. I don’t tell dad everything that’s on my mind… I have no regrets. I hope they aren’t missing out on anything. Maybe, I’m just being a silly child. Still, I see the girls each day. I see their need for love from their dad. I can reassure them, love them, tell them how special they are, how beautiful they are – but it doesn’t mean as much as it does coming from your dad… He and I did speak about this. He seemed to receive it well… I am always hesitant to speak up, given our past.

While listening to the song, I had a thought, I have never danced with my dad! He is much too reserved to dance. I remember my first dance. I felt like a princess. My goodness, we were so poor, but so rich in love! I didn’t know what I was doing. Luckily, he took the lead, and sang to me. I’m not supposed to remember that, haha. But, it’s okay, there are no feelings left!

Whether I am dancing or singing with my kiddos, I hope we are creating fond memories that will last a lifetime. That they will look back and say, “remember that time mommy…” (Hopefully it isn’t any of my embarrassing moments!)


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