I had about 75 dishes and forms of cutlery to wash after dinner tonight. It was Friday, but yet I was feeling flat.
So I walked up to the stereo. Set the input to CD. And adjusted the volume to 13.
“Mama,” Freddie Mercury’s bohemian voice soon came floating out of the speakers.
Baby girl gasped beside me. Smiled in awe.
My 6 year-old getting excited over a Queen song? Why, I never. 🙂
Before the second line had even finished, she held her hand out towards me. “Dance partner?” she teased.
“Oh honey, I can’t, Mummy has too many dishes…” as soon as I said the words I realised how ridiculous they sounded. I dropped the tea towel and joined her on the floor, as we waltzed, spun each other around, did spins and ballet poses and skipped, as well as a hefty dose of HEAD BANGING.
Once the song was over, I returned to my dishes. They hadn’t gone anywhere. But that moment, and that song had.
Thank God I took advantage of it 🙂