She asked months ago
Can you make a dream come true?
To be in a flash mob
A bucket list item
She could check off
I love to teach dance
Vowed to teach when I can
So when it came time
for a flash mob
I said yes, without thinking
It’s ok
It will be fun
I told myself
For months
Really, and truly, it WILL be fun
But just days remain
And the sleepless nights
began,
Participants confirmed
Rehearsals going well
Why am I so anxious?
The choreography is fine
They are having fun afterall
So what is wrong?
Oh yes I recall
25 years ago
A mall at Christmas time
Where I was meant to perform
The source of anxiety begins to
Percolate out of the memory bank
That morning busy
The youngest was months old
A hair appointment
a performance too
As the morning turned to afternoon
Harried and frazzled, late for the show
Preoccupied with almost expelling milk
and the blown straight hair in my face
My mind drew a blank
Not a step could be recalled
I left the mall in tears
The stress of a
my baby and how I let her down
Not to mention the teacher,
the dancers and all the Christmas shoppers
Now the mob just hours away
You will be up front, right?
Who, me?
As I anxiously wondered,
Will I remember these moves I know so well?
But the flash mobbers were ready
The music was cued
The marketers marketing
I took a deep breath
And asked to remember
The joy of my loved ones
The joy in my heart reminded me
I love to teach, but I LOVE to dance
Admittedly it was fun
in front of smiling faces
those sleepless nights
that one Christmas show
All those years ago
Is history, or her story
And now I have a new one
I did it
WE did it
Recalling my anxiousness
It’s a one and done
Don’t even think about it
Until next time