You never really know how the wee ones in your life are going to turn out. The Baby Einstein DVDs were just a monotonous loop of boredom and didn’t imbue either of our kids with Mozart’s gifts. But kids will explore: you cannot predict what will be a success and what won’t. Nor can you foresee the ingenious ways they may manage to get injured.
It started when my daughter took hip-hop classes. My son liked watching the dance rehearsals and she would try to teach him the moves when she practiced at home. They would make pretend dances with strange trampoline-inspired choreography, as kids do. But he soon busted loose to his own free form.
My son is a great dancer. He has moves, he has style, and he has rhythm. He dances when no one’s watching, except us. We can’t get away from it. He dances everywhere: the grocery store aisles, in a restaurant, in the car. He won’t join a dance group or show anyone else his moves, but he likes to be “in” his body and express himself. The hip gyrating is a bit much for my eyes, and overall I am just not sure where he got this talent.
He is a visceral dancer as well. The body is his instrument. I came to pick him up from daycare this week and he was sitting on the couch, alone; his head was resting against a pillow. Apparently he had danced so wildly he put a kink in his neck.
He had to stay home the next day it was so painful. We took him to the chiropractor, who couldn’t believe you could get this kind of injury by dancing. The muscle is really stiff on one side and his vertebra are somehow twisted because of the tension. I took him again today for a second treatment, and we will need a follow-up appointment next week.
I feel for him. Not only was he walking around like a broken robot, his head half-cocked at a 45 degree angle, he also can’t dance. But each day is a little better as he is making progress. We’re not at 100 percent but it won’t be long before he will be back to having the “moves like Jagger.”