I took my big girl to see the Beauty and the Beast movie yesterday (as an aside, some parts of it are really sad and scary—especially for kids with trauma triggers).
I’m not much for princesses and whatnot, but Belle is a girl I can get behind.
She loves books. She’s fiercely protective of her family. And in this version, she follows in the footsteps of her mom who is described as fearless.
We were in no rush to leave with the crowd stampeding out of the theater during the credits. So we sat tight, enjoying every last kernel of popcorn.
And then we saw her, a tiny one, no more than four years old.
She had escaped from her mama’s grasp and made her way to the front of the darkened theater. As the music from the movie played over the credits, she started to dance.
Twirling and gliding, in her own perfect way, she danced.
As everyone else rushed for their cars, on to the next thing, she danced.
In the dark, for no audience but herself, she danced.
Until the last note played, on and on, she danced.
The song ended.
A lump in my throat and emotion trapped behind my eyeballs, I clapped wildly (she didn’t care—she wasn’t dancing for me anyway).
Friends, I want to live like that.
Like this Little One, fearless in her pursuit of beauty.
Focused only on this moment and fully immersed in all of it.
Dancing in the dark, not for an audience, but simply because the music beckons.
Knowing that life is not a race, that the next thing is not as important as everyone else thinks it is.
Feeling it all, embracing it all.