Courtesy of iTunes
I don't know what got me started tonight, but I dropped twenty bucks on cheesy songs from the 80s and 90s on iTunes. I'm alone with the kids, because my husband has his once-in-a-blue-moon Saturday poker night, so I thought we should do some dancing.
I downloaded that "I like to move it" song first. We wore that one out pretty quickly. What followed was a cascade of hilarious (to me) song choices, ending with the Bonnie Tyler classic Total Eclipse of the Heart.
Most of my friends have some sort of benchmark reference with that song. For me, it was being a dorky sixth-grader, and going to school dances and watching all of the cool kids pair up and waddle like penguins while the rest of us wallflowers stood along the edges of the multipurpose room, mouthing all the words and swaying. We'd really emote along with Bonnie's two-pack-a-day vocals, and sometimes we'd get fancy and take turns singing back up, holding our plastic, purse-sized combs for microphones.
In any case, the breakdancers would take over the dance at some point, and the entire room would be full of spectators - but those slow dances always killed me. I was jealous of the girls who got asked to dance at the time. Now, I'm glad I took the time to really work on my lipsynching. If only I would have learned to breakdance, too.
After doing fake cheers to Toni Basil's Hey Mickey and teaching my kids the chorus to Bust a Move (I know, I know) and following up with a rousing rendition of Shake It from one-hit-wonder M.C. Shy-D. I busted the kids up proper with a lipsynched rendition of the Wonder Woman theme.
Inspiration struck as the kids and I started to wear down from our dance party. I got ready to do some Bonnie Tyler singalong, when my son pulled himself up straight, and blushing, asked me if I would dance with him.
I scooped him up in my arms, and we penguined our way around the living room to the gritty strains of Total Eclipse of the Heart - the only time I've actually danced with someone to that song. He nestled his nose into my neck, and we swayed awkwardly. As the song ended (finally, geez, my arms were getting tired. SEVEN MINUTES! Heaven to a horny seventh grader. Tough for a tired mommy...) I lowered him to the floor, and we both smiled.
It was worth the wait.