Moms, Music and Dancing
What is it about seeing us twirl that makes some young folks cringe?
The last time I checked, I didn’t have two left feet. Yet, when I dance, my kids occasionally give me the “Bombastic Side Eye” or try to pin me down.
“Mom. Please. Stop.”
I will gladly toot my own horn. I am a great dancer. No one could ever accuse me of mirroring Elaine from that episode of Seinfeld. (Not familiar? Please look up “Elaine, Seinfeld, Dancing” on YouTube!)
My hubby and I draw attention whenever we hit the floor, in a good way! We have rhythm, a wonderful, eclectic music collection, and can easily throw a great dance party.
So why won’t my boys let me dance in peace?
Boogie- Woogie
I don’t remember acting that way towards my own mom. I enjoyed watching her dance because it didn’t happen often, and it was always to some form of old-school Reggae. Since I grew up immersed in all things Jamaican, it gave me a deeper appreciation for the music of my culture.
My boys wouldn’t be so musically inclined if it wasn’t for my husband and me. (Invisible pat on the back) They’ve been exposed to many forms of good music. One of my 14-year-old’s favorite songs is Bill Withers’ Heartbreak Road LOL!
My older boys developed an appreciation for alternative and rock when we used to blast Incubus, Lenny Kravitz, and Hoobastank in our car. Plus, recite all the lyrics to Slick Rick’s Children’s Story!
What am I listening to?
My point of view when it comes to today’s music is 70/30. Some musicians I enjoy entirely, and others leave me perplexed. There’s music that will always get me on my feet, e.g., Michael Jackson (RIP), Stevie Wonder, Beyonce, and others won’t get the time of day.
A mom on TikTok currently does all the dances from my youth and even has dance battles with her daughter. I love watching both the younger and older folks “getting it in” with the insane Afrobeats that are so popular.
Dancing has always brought me joy and takes me back to my twenties when my biggest worries were the rent, light bill, and which new restaurant to check out next!
So, if your kiddos try to snuff out your joy when you dance, ignore them! Grab your partner or hug yourself and dance to your heart’s content. I know I will.
Until next time, twinkle toes!
Sharon-
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Sharon Mitchell is from Richmond, Virginia, but was born and raised in The Big Apple. She’s a freelance creative writer actively working towards publishing her first novel.






