Why do I think working out has to be a chore?
When I was getting Evie dressed today, I sang the Hokey Pokey. When her pants went on, I sang "You put your right foot in..." For her shirt I sang "You put your left arm in..." Then we just bopped about a bit and danced around.
Of course, as soon as I stopped singing, my princess demanded "More!" So I went to YouTube and found the song. We danced and danced and danced. I was out of breath, and sick of the Hokey Pokey. We moved on to The Loco-motion. That song gave us at least 15 minutes of pure joy. We sang and danced and sweated. I started thinking this was more than just fun for Evie - this was a workout!
We kept dancing right through several rounds of The Twist. You know when you run too much, and get a pain in your side? I got one! I am telling you, this was the best exercise! I don't know why I think I have to go to the gym or spend grueling time on my elliptical machine. I have my very own, tiny and sweet, personal trainer! And this personal trainer isn't a pushover. You can beg "Evie, it's lunchtime. Let's stop now." She won't budge. She just orders "More dancing, Mommy!"
I love having this child. She allows me to see things with fresh eyes again. When we were at the park the other day, she filled her coat pockets with rocks. Finding those rocks again Monday gave her so much happiness. A candy lipstick can make her light up. A crayon will make her scream with glee. A new tube of toothpaste is enough to earn a smile. Even dancing with her mother is pure and simple bliss. For both of us.
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