The children danced, wiggled, twirled, jumped, sang and LAUGHED alongside me.
We shrieked. We threw our hands in the air. We hugged. We laughed some more.
We made up words. We made up a language. We smiled. We looked deep into each other’s eyes, and we laughed.
We danced. We laughed. We loved.
My children are my best teachers. And my healers. They are joyful in the freedom of wild abandon. They dance – not to look good or to please another – but simply to enjoy the sensation of their bodies moving.
They sing – not to sound good or to get it ‘right’ or for applause or appreciation – but to experience the sensation in their bodies of the sounds they make.
We danced. We sang. We roared! We shrieked. And we LAUGHED some more.
Whilst we exercised our bodies, strengthened our precious family bonds and released the tensions of the day (in my case, at least!), we were immersed in the joy of moving and singing simply for the sake of moving and singing.
It was beautiful.
But perhaps most remarkably of all, I didn’t break the table.