Aging, what really matters. Would you be so kind as to Dance with her?

Good evening, On the evening before Christmas Eve, I sit and reminisce about my mother in her later years. Let me preface to say that as she was raising us, in the home, she faithfully took care of both us and the household yet seeming to be more reserved on the subject of music whereas my dad danced right along with us in he living room to the sounds of stereo 70’s music.

Five or six years ago, she suddenly began to dance whenever she heard music. For instance, when she heard music playing over an intercom at a restaurant or store, she would bend her knees low and twist her hips, her arms also bent in dance form  and say, ” I can do ” the  twist”  and  smile.

This was my same mom, yet different, and I struggled to understand. I resorted to other people to make sense of it. I recall asking my husband,” why is mom dancing a lot? My intuitive , observant husband would say,”  she has lessened inhibitions “,” her barrier has been lowered”.

Tonight, I described to the PCT,  nurses aide for evening shift, that my mother danced the Pennsylvania Polka, bringing onto the dance floor with her at Kutztown Fair one hot July about 5 years ago.  My husband recorded a video, of the two of us dancing the Polka. I recall I was smiling, with beads of sweat on my forehead, and keeping up with mom’s polka steps as the summer’s heat didn’t phase her as the sounds of the live muscians propelled her body to dance.

Rememering these sweet moments, it begins to hurt my heart that these chances to dance are over.   If you ever encounter an aging person, whether family or out experiencing life,  I want to pass on this message.  What really matters, ” is to dance with her”.

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