“Daddy,” I faintly hear.
Currently, I am trying to watch a basketball game with my almost two year-old crawling all over my lap. She climbs up there, moves to the other side of the chair, moves to the other side of the chair, gets down, crawls back up. Repeat. Then, repeat again.
“Daddy,” I hear again, coming from the other room.
“Yes?,” I reply.
My almost three year-old comes running into the room, arm stretched out towards mine.
“Daddy. Give me your hand.”
I can’t help but smile, because “Give me your hand” is her “new thing.” I’m always curious as to how kids learn certain things. I really don’t recall ever telling her to give me her hand except maybe in a parking lot, or crossing the street. However, she has really taken a liking to the saying “Give me your hand.”
I remove my other child from my lap and take her hand.
“Can you dance with me daddy?” she asks with a smile, as she starts to sway her arms from side to side.
I put on some music on my phone, and we danced for twenty minutes straight. She twirled, she tapped her feet to the beat, she even went all out and did a couple of trust falls. In between the two of us was her younger sibling, gripping onto my pants almost the entire time. It was fun. It reminded me of holding onto my dad’s hands when I was younger, running up his legs, and doing a backflip back onto the floor. It reminded me of my oldest daughter having a hard time going to sleep as a baby, and me staying up countless hours singing her and rocking her back to sleep.
More than anything, it took my mind off of the television for a little while, and back onto some pure quality time with my kids. It’s so easy to dismiss them sometimes in our minds, while they play amongst themselves. In fact, a lot of times we teach them to play independently, or with each other. I’m not going to lie—sometimes I don’t feel like playing with dolls. Sometimes I don’t feel like having a tea party. Sometimes I don’t want to play ball. But after seeing the look of pure joy and happiness in my daughter’s eyes tonight after every twirl I gave her, I’m going to have a hard time not giving her my hand the next time she asks for it. After all, when she does go to school, mommy and daddy won’t be there to dance with her.