Tuesday, September 27, 2005

Dance Fever

Raising a child is such a wild experience. There are times when you're blown away by your kid's wisdom or talent or personality, and there are times when you just say, "what the ?!" The indeterminate interplay of nature versus nurture makes watching them grow so interesting ... and so nerve-wracking.

Case in point: tonight. We have just finished watching The Lion King 1.5, and with the rolling credits, on comes a song by Raven (of "That's So Raven" fame). It's a pop-ish kinda number, with a contagious beat, and I give both my boys credit for just feeling compelled to move to it spontaneously. Then came the aforementioned "what the ?!" moment, as I witness my five-year-old begin to perform what could only be described as an unmistakable kindergartener version of The White Man's Overbite. He was thrashing around a hair's breadth away from looking like he was having a seizure, with some impromptu break-dancing-ish moves thrown in, but you could see that he KNEW those moves were SWEEEEET.

Now of course he's only five, and no one's ever shown him how to dance or nuthin', and of course I am imagining a trajectory that may be unreasonable, but too many school dances either pitying or being the Girl Who Came With the Bad Dancer Who Thinks He's Good made me instinctively recoil internally. I began to worry and project. The girls will run! The guys will beat him up! My son is Urkel-in-waiting! Or worse yet, Screech!

See, I can dance quite well (though I.O. was always a smidge better) and hubby can dance pretty well (though he has only, like, three moves, he has good rhythm). Look a little further up the family tree, however, and the horror begins. My mother can dance (if she's biting her lip and closing her eyes and it's a 50's song), but my father, well he can only embarrass -- a point he last proved with a stunning performance at our youngest sister's wedding in 2000. No one knew what to say or do except look on in wonder. There were a lot of thrashing, tribal-slash-hillbilly-type moves, all executed with great enthusiasm and a red face from the exertion. I don't think he'd had more than Coca Cola to drink, either. None of us will ever forget it.

So should I be worried? The two of them (my son and my father) have proved to be quite similar to date in many other ways. Like their love of rocks. And a fondness for pick-up trucks. Although my boy can sing in tune, and my father loves to sing but does so somewhere in the vicinity of the tune's parking lot. Maybe there's hope. Plus, I always have another son.

4 Comments:

Blogger soulless said...

I wish I could have seen that. When we saw him sorting his M&M's by color on your coffee table and eating them in order it was pretty clear that the 5yo might turn out to be a little bit of a geek, but he's cute enough I think the girls will still like him. And the guys will want to stay on his good side so they can sneak a look at his algebra homework. Don't despair!
And if the algebra thing doesn't work, the younger one will make a fine bodyguard--he's a stout little fella!

Thanks for reminding me of the dance floor escapades of my father-in-law. When, out of four girls, the two oldest are married and the third has been shipped off to Italy, the old man can dance however the heck he wants when the youngest has officially been taken off his hands. It's tradition.

9/27/2005 1:15 PM  
Anonymous ensurt said...

there will always be girls who cannot dance either... I am one of those and married a man who loves parties but cannot dance . We really have tried, signed up for a dance class and gave up after noticing everybody else was just happily and coordinately moving on the dance floor...but us!
Michele sent me, first time here but I will be back. I also shared a room with my sis and now there is an ocean between us...2 more months and we will be having a cup of coffe and a good chat.

9/28/2005 6:19 AM  
Blogger Pieces of Me said...

Sounds like a site to see...Here from Michele's! TTYL

9/28/2005 8:10 AM  
Blogger Janet said...

Urkel...LOL! Hi, Michele sent me :-)

9/28/2005 5:55 PM  

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