I first wrote this post as part of a stream of consciousness exercise. The response I received inspired me to share it on a bigger platform. Thank you for reading.
At 5am, as I hear the cats doing whatever annoying thing they do and then feel the Dude in my belly roll and kick I’m made mindful of the fact that life is about motion.
Did I meet my husband the dance floor? No, but on our first date (at a bar where there may have dancing) when his hand touched my lower back I felt this energy race up and down my spine. Love followed.
Children are the product of movement, a dance of hands, lips, hips and limbs or in my case, the dance of a team of doctors to collect and connect my DNA to my husbands.
Every mother knows the movement of a child in their womb, the butterflies then the rolls and the kicks to the bladder and the pressing against the ribs as this life inside her grows.
There is the moment when a child comes into the world. Birth is described as moving. And then that child grows and never stops moving. The kicking legs when we try to change their diaper, the sucking mouth, on breast, bottle or binky and the constant moving eyes, catching everything. The crawling, the walking and falling, the running after the soccer ball, the constant motion of this little life.
I think of the LIFE I feel when I’m running. I think of my coworker at 80 doing the Lindy Hop, never looking more alive. I feel this baby move and am reminded of life.
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