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Thanks to my daughter, I rediscovered the joy of dancing. I realized that I’d lost touch with how to play. When and why did this happen? It seems sad that I’ve had to look on-line for things to do that might entertain her. It doesn’t seem like that should be hard, but I come up blank. Then I remembered a co-worker saying that the first time she really felt like a mother, and not just a provider, was when she danced with her baby daughter. I thought I’d give it a try. When I suggested it to my daughter, she burbled an enthusiastic “blaaarrbbthpppth” followed by a big, drooly grin. So, when it’s time to wind down for a nap, I click on my Itunes. I lift her up so that she can rest her chin on my shoulder. Snuggled cheek to cheek, we dance. She is fourteen pounds of sweetness and her little sighs as she drowses to sleep are so peaceful.
For me, this is an...
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