We are big believers in family movie night. Friday nights, usually you’ll find our family strung out from the week’s events. Occasionally we go for a walk in our neighborhood, but most weeks we pile pillows on the floor and get lost for a couple of hours, cell phones off and homework assignments tucked away for the weekend. With S’s job, a few hours of family focus is just right, no matter that we choose to glue our eyes to the television.
My favorite part is the end of the movie. The credits roll, spunky music from the movie starts and my girls pop up and dance around with wild abandon, for at least three minutes. Their dance is serious and they look out of the corner of their eyes to see if we are watching. If we are watching they laugh and shimmey a bit more, maybe do a quick twist to keep our attention. If we are looking somewhere else, no bother, because they are dancing, really, for the sheer pleasure of it.
Polly dances now. It’s scrumptous. The other night she rocked back and forth, back and forth to the music and then held out her hand to stop her sisters in mid-motion, coaxing them to mimic her moves instead. Pretty soon all three girls were doing the baby version of the electric slide.
I’ve seen a lot of wonderful movies. The kind of movies that make your heart stand up and jive and two step while your bottom stays planted in it’s seat.
The other day when we were out for a walk Elaina said that she can’t wait until she is a grown up. She’s excited to get a cell phone and to eat as much dessert as she wants.
What she doesn’t know is that when a person’s life is adult and filled with cell phones and jobs and bills, they forget how to dance.
Next time we finish a movie, maybe I’ll have enough wisdom, enough gumption to join my kids.