Just then an old 80’s Madonna song, “Lucky Star” came on the store speakers, and feeling spontaneously joyful and silly, I began dancing boldly to the music for Ezra, 80’s pop-style, exaggerating my hip motions, lip-syncing the lyrics, tossing my arms about and everything…
He was totally delighted by my playfulness, grinning, and then all of a sudden he gasped, blushing, rushing towards me and burying his face in my shirt.
I turned around to discover that instead of us being alone in the aisle as I had thought, there was now in fact a man dressed in white robes and a turban, standing there watching my wild Madonna dance as well, unable to move around me in the aisle!
Ezra was completely mortified as I said to the man, muffling my giggles: “I’m so sorry Sir, please excuse us..” and he nodded, awkwardly, walking past us. Ezra shuddered again, hiding in my shirt with absolute embarrassment.
We giggled all the way through the checkout line, sharing this funny experience between our laughing eyes, then laughed about it all the way to the car, and when we got there, Ezra said to Arayla: “Oh my God: You wouldn’t believe what Mom did! This song came on? And she started dancing? Like this?” and he swung his hips and threw his arms up, “…and then I saw this man wearing robes was watching her do it, not smiling!!”
Arayla squealed with delighted horror, and I just laughed outloud loudly in the parking lot, feeling so lucky to have found my beloved tribe of sensitive, wise, playful and loving little goofballs! And so grateful for the moments when for whatever reason nothing is more important than silliness and the exquisite medicine of laughter.