the circle of life

elise has turned on some music on the computer. she's been dancing and twirling around the room while i watched. she came over and asked me, "mama, am i a good dancer?" of course i think she is, and told her so. then i told her how it reminded me of being a little girl and dancing on the woodshed in grandma's yard for my parents. i also have a memory of dancing in my room in our new house, so i was probably eight years old. i remember mama sitting in there watching me dance around & how she told me what a good dancer i was & how i had good rhythm. its funny that i remember those moments so clearly, but having elise ask me that was like, for just a momen,t i was a little girl having the same moment with my mom.