Good grief. I have been attacked by an Ohrwurm today (ear worm... a song that keeps repeating).
I am afraid it is Leann Womack's "I hope you dance."
I even watched the Little Mermaid and her preteen daughter version on YouTube. Gawd: help me.
But, I know where it came from..besides the radio. It played on my way to see my friend the therapist. I know her well because she and her husband got Hannah Beth through the hell of puberty.
We have a lot in common with them. He is an old German whose grandparents were ranch owners in Spring Branch. They also love all things New Mexico and dog:)
Unfortunately for us and fortunately for them, they are retiring in a couple of months and moving to the promised land (NM).
Anyway, I digress.
I talked about my mom. I cried a lot. It was good and exhausting. The damn song made me think of all the generations of women in my line whom I love. In particular, it sounded like my mama singing that to me. In turn, I want all those things for my Hannah Beth. Feeling things is so damned hard. But, I'm gonna dance. I am going to teach Hannah Beth to dance the best I can. And every time I let go and wallow in the wonder that is, I will think of you, mama.
I know you are dancing.
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