Last night my daughters and I had a dance party. I introduced them to some of my favorite songs when I was younger from people like The Spice Girls, Amy Grant and The Fugees just to name a few. It was a special moment and one I will cherish and let me tell you why.
What people don’t understand is that when a child has a parent that passes away, on that day they lose both parents for a little while. Part of the living parent dies with the parent that goes to Heaven.
For awhile the living parent is so engulfed with grief that most days they only have the capacity to tend to the basic needs of the family. The grieving parent feels accomplished if everyone makes it to school on time, is bathed, fed, and brushes their teeth.
The idea of partaking in a dance party doesn’t even cross their mind.
So last night when I was dancing with my daughters, I felt like part of me was coming back to life again. The part of me that used to dance in the kitchen and sing in the car with her daughters.
To many people it was just a simple dance party, but to my daughters I could see it meant the world, because mommy was allowing herself to create memories again in a way she used to before daddy left us all on earth and left them with a sad mommy.
