Friday, March 25, 2011
Some of my best memories of childhood took place in the kitchen. Mom was always cooking something...or so it seemed. I remember hearing hours of Chuck Swindoll, Charles Stanley, Focus on the Family Broadcasts, and Larry Burkett's financial show on our radio that sat on top of our refrigerator. Very spiritual right? Well, at night after dinner...we danced. Yep, my brother would get the wooden spoons to play the "drums" I got the random fork or spoon to use as a microphone, and mom just bounced around on her artificial leg (my mom lost her leg to cancer). I think my mom may have secretly devised a plan to get us to want to clean the kitchen and do the dishes...but either way, it worked. I have often thought that these were the times when I learned to sing. Mom and I would pick out harmonies for fun...to this day I can still do it. Anyway, these days at my house if you happen to stop by around 4pm (cooking dinner), you will find me dancing. It started with my cat Layla (I would play the Eric Clapton song "Layla" and we would dance to it). Then it was Micah...any song that had a beat would send us jumping around the kitchen. At first he would just look at me weird like he was saying "mom, please put me down and let me play...you're crazy"). But today, the music started, I danced...and he walked in with a smile and put his arms up. My heart just melted...and we danced.