I’m a fairy princess. I glide as I waltz, my arms outstretched. One, two, three… The music ends and I curtsey to my handsome prince.

A different tune.  I’m a ballerina in a tutu. I stand on tip-toe and twirl in a circle. My socked feet slide over the kitchen tiles. I spin and flutter my arms like a swan. I’m a prima donna. I’m Margot Fonteyn.

 And then the music changes once more. I’m a black-eyed Cleopatra. I’m Egyptian dancing. I charge down the hall, my arm leading the way. I turn by the front door and charge back to the kitchen.

“Play that again!” I yell, as the music comes to an end. Sophie’s fingers return to the piano keys, and I disappear back down the hall.

The other girls are drying the breakfast dishes. They smile as I hurtle towards them. They are used to me. I’m their crazy mother.

Each morning when we arrive at the bush tracks ready for our run, Imogen shouts, “Step back! Mum’s about to do her warm-ups!”

The girls retreat a pace or two while I wiggle my body, flap my arms, hop from leg to leg. I’m a bird. I'm a plane. I'm superwoman. I’m very silly. With a huge grin on my face, I set off down the track still waving my arms, shouting “Come on team! Let’s run!”

As I hit the 'bottom straight’, my feet find their rhythm and my arms forget to flap. I am no longer a bird or a plane. I’m a runner. I feel the deliciously cool breeze on my skin. I inhale the fresh air. I hear the kookaburras chuckling. They are silly too. The gum trees flash past me as my feet pound along the track. I feel like I can run forever.

A few months ago, Andy and I took the girls to the city to visit the museum. We headed up the ramp leading from the ground floor to the first floor exhibits. Ahead of us was a teenage boy pushing a wheelchair. An older woman was relying on him to take her where she wanted to go. As I strode past on my strong legs, I thought about what it would be like to be confined to a wheelchair.

That lady couldn’t race up the ramp on her own two legs. She couldn’t dash from side to side to peer over the edge. She couldn’t lean out over the railing to see what was below. She couldn’t run back down to have another look at something interesting. All she could do was sit still and go where her chair was pushed.

I came to the conclusion that the ability to move is a huge gift, which I sometimes take for granted. But will I have it forever?

It seems to me that as I am healthy and have legs that move, I should use them. In fact I have an obligation to use them. I can't let myself slip into old age prematurely. Instead I should use my whole body: running and twirling, wiggling and gliding, dashing and turning, charging and dancing, delighting in my every movement. Who knows what is ahead? I have to use my gift while I possess it, and thank God for it every day.

Sophie comes to the end of her piano practice. I do one final spin and stop by the kitchen bench. I feel full of joy.

"Look at me!" I say. "I'm healthy. I'm fit. I can run. I can dance. I can be silly. I can move." 

What a huge gift!

“I love being me,” I tell the girls. I love being me at exactly this age." For once, I don't yearn to be my younger better looking self. I feel perfectly happy. "I don't really mind getting old." 

"You're not getting old, Mum!" Gemma-Rose protests.

 "Look at my wrinkles!" I reply, and then I stop. All of a sudden my worries about looking old seem very silly indeed. Who cares what I look like? I have nothing to complain about. Instead I have so much to be thankful for:

I am so thankful I can move.

When was the last time you acted silly, twirling and gliding, dancing and sliding across the kitchen tiles?
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  1. Dancing? What's that? Is it the thing you do when a mozzie bites you in that hard to reach place on the back when you're watching the soapies and eating KFC?

    In my distant memory, I seem to remember a time when I was really quite active. I think I pulled a muscle and the children had to take over the chores. That was the fun part!

    Actually, I do enjoy dancing with the children. I love music and I find it affects my mood quite a lot.

    God bless, Sue:-)

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    1. Vicky,

      You can laugh! I know you love the feeling of being fit. Remember all that swimming you did before you got sick?

      What I enjoy most about being silly with the kids, is their enjoyment. My children like me dancing around and acting like an idiot. For some reason they don't yearn for a sensible mother. Just as well, as they are stuck with me! I bet you're not very sensible either.

      God bless!

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  2. It has been a long time for me. I have no children around to inspire me! But it sounds like fun!

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    1. Colleen,

      I can just imagine you dancing around the kitchen with your grandchildren. I bet your beautiful little granddaughter smiles when anyone scoops her up for a cuddle and a dance.

      God bless!

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  3. Okay, Sue. I'm waiting for the video. I want to SEE THIS! :) xoxo

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    1. Patricia,

      You are quite right: describing dancing and warm-ups is one thing. Watching it would be even better. You do know my reputation would be ruined forever if I posted a video of me acting like a goose. But maybe...

      God bless!

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  4. What a great blessing to see moving as the great gift it is... while you CAN do it! We often (usually?) must lose such abilities in order to truly appreciate them. I spent the weekend with a "troubled" knee (from repeated injuries in youth) and the only way to get "over" the misery is to absolutely rest the joint. So I appreciated movement from the opposite side of things! Suddenly my kitchen was enormous, for I had to cross the width of it to get every "oh I forgot that" item out of the 'fridge. (no, I wasn't cooking, thankfully). I realized other people were walking back and forth across rooms as if it were the most natural thing in the world :)! The resting paid off, I'm glad to say, but now the trick is to KEEP from overdoing things. So I'm letting my fingers dance joyfully across the keyboard to the wondrous clack clack clacks..... :)

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    1. Nancy,

      I am so pleased to hear your joints are recovering. That is good news!

      I had a knee injury last winter from too much running downhill on uneven ground... all that thudding wasn't good for my leg. For a few weeks I had to take it easy and rest. It was so hard watching the girls running with ease while I sat on the sidelines. I really did appreciate my ability to run when I was at last able to get back on the track. But you are right, the trick is not to go and overdo things again otherwise you will end up right back at square one.

      "right back at square one" I wonder where that saying came from. I might have to go and look it up.

      Keep those fingers dancing over the keyboard!

      God bless!

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  5. I second Patricia! When are you going to post the video? You are a super cool mom!

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    1. Noreen,

      I'm thinking about the video. Maybe we could make one. I don't mind looking silly. It might be fun. But do readers stop and watch videos?

      Super-cool? Super-silly!

      God bless!

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    2. You might be surprised! I would stop and watch!!

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    3. Noreen,

      Maybe we'll try some video making after Easter.

      It is Holy Thursday. Easter will be soon be here!

      God bless

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  6. Sue, I am phyically unable to walk anyway. I have to dance. . .
    I should send you a link of my ballet teachers dancing!
    Love Sararose xox

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    1. Sararose,

      Why walk when you can dance? Dancing is so joyful. I also say... why walk when I can run!

      I'd love to see your teachers dancing.

      Keep dancing and God bless!

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  7. I love this.

    I read something the other day, and what I read gave me pause. The writer said she "moved JOYFULLY". I considered that. So many people cannot move. I personally move less than many others because of my weight and lack of physical fitness. (or lack thereof). but by golly I CAN move. I run errands, clean my house, and care for my family.. and I am ABLE to do these things, even if I am huffing and puffing, (man I need to lose weight) but yes Ma'am... we should move JOYFULLY... it is such a gift we take for granted. ♥

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    1. Susan,

      I think you are so right about moving joyfully! You are such a wonderful home-maker. I can just imagine you working joyfully for your family. Yes, a real gift.

      I'm feeling very tired today but your comment has made me smile and feel better. I am about to take the washing off the line joyfully!

      God bless!

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  8. *snickers* You wouldn't say that if you saw our clutter!! LOL
    I am honestly NOT a great/wonderful/whatever word you can think of homemaker. ☺ I wish I was.. I'm not though. I have to force myself to purge my home sometimes of clutter I accumulate. Right now though, I am feeling pretty good since we have cleaned out the bulk of Robyn's room/closet. :) Re-organizing, decluttering, and donating outgrown clothes and toys. Now for my room. EEEKK!!!

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    1. Susan,

      Clutter is good! Much more homely than pristine tidiness. So much more comfortable to live in that kind of house. I can smell the wonderful odours coming from your kitchen as you spoil your family with good food. I can hear your beautiful Southern accent. I can see your joyful smile. Yes, you home is wonderful, I'm sure!

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