I love watching Izzie, my 3 year old, at dance class. She dances how we all should outrageously and with no inhibitions, laughing at every turn. Any minute now she may ask me to join in, hopefully not out of pity because I’m sitting here grinning inanely like a sad old wall flower but because she wants us to have some fun. My dancing doesn’t embarrass her… Yet.
I didn’t think I’d ever be waiting for someone to ask me to dance with such anticipation. I’m not sure even Daniel Craig could generate this much excitement from me, well when it came to dancing anyway. I know the chosen music won’t be something I’d usually download from itunes. But I wonder what it’ll be, Teddy’s Bear Picnic or the Jungle Wiggle? It doesn’t matter because whatever the song is, its brilliant dancing with Izzie.
That’s one of the things Ive enjoyed most about the last 3 years, the fact that my children have made me enjoy doing things I wouldn’t usually do. Some activities I do because I really want to, some are out of guilt, some I find challenging and grow to enjoy and some my children nag me into submission to take part in.
Baking is a prime example of how I’ve been nagged into doing something I seriously didn’t want to do. I honestly never saw the point in faffing about with flour and eggs and putting myself in the very real danger of setting my house on fire to make mediocre cakes. What was the point when Mr Kipling was always there to supply me with some really nice ones?
When my girls won the baking battle I realised there was a bit more to it than just cake. They watched in awe as I nervously cracked the egg on the side of the mixing bowl which looked suspiciously like a dogs bowl, I still wonder if I bought the wrong thing. They loved spooning the mixture in the little cases and well lets face it who doesn’t like licking the bowl?
Their sheer delight when the cakes had risen and were taken out of the oven was almost tear jerking and certainly worth all the faffing. And of course the icing & decorating with hundred’s and thousands was, well the icing on the cake really. Would I have baked cakes without my girls? Not a chance. Did I enjoy baking with them? Absolutely.
I realise I’m leaning forward now, almost laughing at the memory and therefore looking a bit ridiculous and wa