Loving On Their Kids

They come rushing into the studio; backpacks swinging, wet boots stomping, ponytails flying – students ready for dance class. They all have their own weekly ritual. Some of them come in and sit down in a pile of bodies on the couch, sharing granola bars and giggling as they discuss something on their smart phones. Others plop down on the rug and pull out homework or books to finish their schoolwork. While others buzz around the studio looking for anything ‘fun’ to do for 30 minutes while they wait until practice starts. They are in their own little world but any time one of them stops long enough in front of me to ask a question or tell me something interesting, I cant help but ‘love on’ them! I extend my hand to their cheek or wrap my arm around their shoulder to show them that I’m listening, I care, and I think the world of them. Just like my mom would have done to me when I was younger, she was always reaching out for me with affection and love. It’s just a natural reaction. In my head, I say to myself “If I can love and care about someone else’s kids this much, I cant even fathom how much I will love my own someday!” Thinking about being a mom has been on my mind since I was a kindergartener playing “house” during recess. I’ve always loved children. I knew I always wanted kids of my own. Since that time of my life has not yet come, I’ve taken to ‘loving on’ other people’s kids instead. My dance kids especially. I cherish every high five, every warm hug they share with me. Because it’s what I do naturally, and thankfully they give it right back without hesitation! :O)

Before the Alarm

Every night, set my alarm on my phone exactly 1 hour before I need to be somewhere in the morning. In the winter, I can sleep right up to my alarm and sometimes it takes a good few minutes for me to want to roll out of bed, turn off the buzzing and shuffle with sleepy eyes to the bathroom. Today, my alarm was set for 6:45 AM; yet I awoke at 6:21 AM to see that it was light in my room and snow was softly falling outside my window. I absolutely love the feeling of being woke naturally. I happily rose out of bed, made my way to the coffee maker and sat down to compose my ‘Slice’ for the day.

I could get used to this!

Slice of Life : Day 5 (actually 2)

Returning home from an evening with Gary & Shari (my parents), having had the most wonderful dinner of turkey, gravy, sweet potato casserole and green beans. Wine was also served 🙂

The time in conversation I have with my parents always leaves me feeling overwhelmingly blessed. Yet, a tad neural. Tonight’s main discussion: expanding my business. Moving my little fitness/dance studio from our current location to a bigger building to allow for growth. It’s been 4 years since we opened the studio and every year it has grown bigger and bigger until now it feels like it’s nearly bursting at the seams.

The lost and found at the studio used to be a single small grocery bag filled with little people’s personal belongings – a sock or two, a sweater. Today, while looking through our lost and found for a little girl’s leggings, I realized that we needed something bigger. The lost and found, now the size of a white garbage bag, was bursting apart with all kinds of shoes, socks, boots, sweaters, jeans, mittens, hats and lunch boxes……. yes lunch boxes…… Maybe this is truly an indication that it’s time to get something bigger.

Am I ready? Yes and no….. I “sock or two” is where I feel comfortable but “bursting apart” is exciting! Who knows, but I might not sleep tonight.

The Challenge Begins

Thanks for joining me and thanks to Joy for encouraging me to try something new!

Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton

 

So there’s people in our lives that challenge us to new things; typically, I’m the one doing the challenging. I’m a personal trainer, exercise instructor and fitness/dance studio owner. It comes with the territory. I’m not as privy to having the tables turned on me, especially outside of the realm of health and fitness! When my good friend, Joy, encouraged me to join in on this writing project I was all gung-ho but now that I’m facing my keyboard I’m thinking to myself “hmm…..”! But I’m up for something new and I’m ready to take it all in. One post at a time!