Dancing Queen- That's Me!

Last Friday we were at my parent's house before the game. Lacey was keeping Ethan and Brian and I were saying good-bye to him.

As always he asked where I was going. I told him I was going to see "the girls" (Highsteppers) at the football game.

"The girls are gonna dance Mom?"

"Yes," I said. "The girls are going to dance."

He turned to Lacey with a big proud smile on his face (or- that's how I saw it) and said, "My mom is a dancer. Her a GOOD dancer!"

Then he just grinned at me. Almost saying, right Mom?

It was so sweet. I beamed. It's one thing to have your mom and dad say they are proud of you. Or your husband. Or friends. But when a 3 year-old little boy is proud of his mama, there is no other feeling.

I'm sure it won't last. I won't always be a good dancer in his eyes. I'm sure by the time he's my age he'll sit in the living room and mock me like my sisters and I mock my dad. Hopefully I have a while before that sets in.