Yesterday, the newest Nanaboy tried a new food. He was apprehensive at first, brow furrowed, lips clasped tightly shut. So I put the entire experience in his control. He smelled it, and then he licked it cautiously. I saw the moment he knew that this was something he was going to like. I giggled and watched him do the happy food dance. He hummed and giggled and danced until it was all gone.
The thought of his joy at trying something new makes me smile even now. I never want to get so bogged down with the heavy things of this life, that I can’t enjoy life. I want to be able to enjoy the fun of this existence.
I must find that inner me that will allow me to “taste and see”. And then not be ashamed to get my dance on!
From the Desk of an Author 