That’s My Boy
Most people have problems with speech anxiety in their lives. This isn’t something I’m familiar with—unless I have to talk on the phone. Then I become a bumbling idiot! I’m not going to get all preachy on you…but in our church we are practically raised speaking in public. From prayers and scriptures in front of all of the other kids starting at age 3 to speaking in front of the whole congregation a couple of times a year starting at age 12. I’m telling you—we are trained to speak.
Last night as we sat at the pharmacy filling the prescription for my daughter, my 9 year old son decided that he would entertain me with his dancing. Now I should say…he’s very good. No training or classes or anything–but very definitely a natural beat is in his soul! So he starts rocking to “Can’t Touch This” yes, MC Hammer. He’s rollicking back and forth on his feet…he’s rippling his shoulders…the boys is getting into it. And he was awesome. He didn’t even care that there was a crowd of other waiting patrons with us. It wasn’t until he broke into his own rendition of “I Feel Pretty” and everyone started giggling, that the slow blush crept across his cheeks and he sat down quietly.
It’s funny–he’d been in his own little world, not caring what other people thought. Who does that??