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Wednesday, June 26, 2013

I hope you dance!



After the tough therapy session, I checked my phone, and I had several missed calls from my parents. I soon found out that my Grandmother had fallen ill and was in the hospital. I immediately started making airline reservations. Neither of my boys had ever flown. Hunter was not up for it. He has always said he was too scared to fly.( He also said he was not going to go on a cruise because he was not going to sink like the Titanic, but I got him on a ship for a week.) I was just too exhausted to fight it this time, so Grant and I flew home.

Grant has always wanted to fly. He has asked over and over, so he was excited beyond words. He helped me pack and got a bag together to keep himself occupied. I had not flown since Hunter was in my belly 12 years ago, so I was a little nervous. My adrenaline had kicked in because I knew I needed to get home.

Jeff and Hunter took Grant and I to the airport that evening. As we were pulling into the parking garage, Hunter leaned over to Grant and said, "This is going to be the worst day of your life." Poor Grant looked like he had seen a ghost. As we were walking into the airport, Grant leaned over to me and quietly said, "I'm a little nervous, but I'm excited." I leaned over to him and said, "Guess what, I'm a little nervous too. That's the awesome thing about life. The most amazing things come from facing our fears!" He just smiled at me.

As we got onto the airplane, Grant was definitely more excited than nervous. I let him have the window seat, and he could not wait to take off. We took pictures of him in his seat to text to Dad. He was smiling from ear to ear. When the plane took off, he looked out the window in amazement. At one point he said, "I'm afraid of heights, but I'm looking down and I'm not scared at all!" As we hit turbulence a few times, my heart skipped a beat, but I wasn't about to let him know I was ready to be off of that airplane.

When the plane landed, he could not wait to get off the plane to see my parents, but before we walked through the gates, he leaned over to me and said, "Mom, we faced our fears, and it was awesome!"

When I was pregnant with Hunter, I used to sing the Leann Womack song "I hope you dance" to my belly. The words to that song are so true, and are exactly what I hope for for my kiddos. I want them to face their fears and live life to the fullest and, of course, dance!


 "I Hope You Dance"

I hope you never lose your sense of wonder,
You get your fill to eat but always keep that hunger,
May you never take one single breath for granted,
GOD forbid love ever leave you empty handed,
I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean,
Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens,
Promise me that you'll give faith a fighting chance,
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance.

I hope you dance....I hope you dance.

I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance,
Never settle for the path of least resistance
Livin' might mean takin' chances but they're worth takin',
Lovin' might be a mistake but it's worth makin',
Don't let some hell bent heart leave you bitter,
When you come close to sellin' out reconsider,
Give the heavens above more than just a passing glance,
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance.

I hope you dance....I hope you dance.
I hope you dance....I hope you dance.
(Time is a wheel in constant motion always rolling us along,
Tell me who wants to look back on their years and wonder where those years have gone.)

I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean,
Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens,
Promise me that you'll give faith a fighting chance,
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance.

Dance....I hope you dance.
I hope you dance....I hope you dance.
I hope you dance....I hope you dance..
(Time is a wheel in constant motion always rolling us along
Tell me who wants to look back on their years and wonder where those years have gone)

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