Oh, the joy I receive when I dance with my son! The smile on his face is priceless. It was more than giggles. It was the fact that he could dance! He was polite and wanted to lead the dance like a gentleman. I specifically remember our first little dance. He was four years old. We first attended a mother and son/ father and daughter ball that winter and then that summer attended a cookout. I made him so happy by taking him and dancing with him. Then, every year for 6 years, we attended the same mother and son ball. We also danced at his cotillion.
It doesn’t have to be formal events. It can be cookouts to your kitchen floor. Children remember experiences and this has been our experience!
I ask myself, will he remember the two of us dancing at ages 4, 8 and 10 once he is 25 and 35? I started recording our dances, so he would always have a memory. I encourage all to dance with your sons and daughters.
Raising Little Brown Children 