Dancing down the aisle

So when I was a kid my mom would always yell at me about dancing down the aisle in the store. I’ve always loved music. I can’t sing to save my life but I really love music. So naturally, my son loves music too. A few months back my mom told me that Myles had to stay in the car while she ran in the store really quickly because he was dancing down the aisle and it made her nerves bad. Until that moment I didn’t know why my son dancing down the aisle would give me anxiety. I never fussed at him about it but I would tell him to stop. Today we were at the store and I was in a hurry so my anxiety was high and Myles was living his best carefree life dancing down the aisle. My instinct was to tell him to stop, but his birthday was yesterday and he was in such an awesome mood I didn’t want to kill the vibe. I thought to myself forget this, my mom never let me dance down the aisle carefree so now is my chance. We started singing and dancing down the aisle. Every ounce of anxiety and the need to rush left my body. I was that carefree kid again I just so happen to be dancing with my kid. Instead of passing down some trauma that happened to me in my childhood, I healed myself. And at that moment, I allowed my kid and myself to be carefree. What other anxieties have been passing down to these children? Surely I won’t allow them to moonwalk and cut an old lady and her shopping cart off, but I be damned if I stop them from dancing freely in the store when our jam is on. After all, like the meme says if they don’t want us dancing down the aisle why play the music? Dominique Morgan