While giving her on the dance floor Saturday I realized I was probably the oldest person there.
Friends had whisked me away to celebrate my 53rd birthday, and after a quick trip to Quesnel for an outdoor concert which we arrived too late for, we’d ended up back in Williams Lake.
My friends had wanted to dance at the concert, so we stopped in at a local pub to make up for missing the concert and the dancing.
It was definitely a milestone, being the oldest on the dance floor.
As I bobbed to the techno music blaring from the speakers, I smiled and wondered if my grey hair, along with the fact I wasn’t wearing shorts, were loud beacons that I was old enough to be mom to many of those dancing around me.
My 20-something kids don’t live in Williams Lake so I can enjoy a bit of anonymity that way.
I did not mind being older than the crowd because I was doing something I love.
Dancing has always been a passion.
I grew up taking ballet, although I was never very good at it.
There weren’t any mirrors in the Legion hall in Nelson and I was often the student most likely told to pick up my feet because I sounded like an elephant.
When my kids were babies I loved dancing around the room to console them.
Now that my youngest is almost 14, I’m often caught dancing to music when it’s my turn to do the dishes.
My youngest sister’s most recent blog described dancing at the Harrison Arts Festival evening concerts last week as a way to “leave it all on the dance floor.”
I woke up Sunday thinking that was true and laughed because the chances of being the oldest on the dance floor will only increase as time goes on.
Monica Lamb-Yorski is a reporter at the Williams Lake Tribune