*Seth doing Superman/Soulja Boy at last night’s school dance.
Back in Jan. I wrote this post. Our kids take a therapeutic dance class. Seth does not really need the “therapeutic” part, but he joins along. Our goal was for Riley to be able to enjoy herself at social gatherings where there would be dancing. To be familiar with the steps, so she could have fun amidst the sensory overload the loud noises and blinking lights and crowded dance floors of her future. She loves music and dancing, but would become very upset if she couldn’t keep up. Last year she wound up running from the gym screaming.
Here are Riley and Seth doing the Cha Cha slide.
If you liked that, hold on to your hat. Here’s Seth’s Michael Jackson tribute. He didn’t learn these moves in dance class. He just watched a lot of MJ on You Tube.
Annie are you okay? Annie are you okay?
And here we have Seth’s little buddy, who was definitely in a zone… I love this kid. Notice how cool Seth is, despite all his MJ emulating ability, he gives his friend lots of space to be in the light. That’s how my kid rolls.
Riley joined a conga line, and didn’t once get upset, even though she was tired at this point, and even when the kid behind her lost grip and the line broke apart. That kind of thing might have derailed her in the past.
And here we have The Macarena. Watch as Seth gets mauled by the angel in the tiara. She thinks Seth is dreamy, and followed him around, begging for his attention all evening. He was kind, but serious, he had a lot of moves he didn’t want to deny the world and he didn’t have time for romance.
And this is why we pay the big bucks for dance therapy. Joy.
Worth every single penny.