The girls' competition was Sunday, so we decided to stay in the hotel Saturday night to make things easier for leaving the next day. As it turns out, the Feis offered Mass right there in the hotel, so we decided to attend vigil Mass as a family so that Sunday we could get on the road after the conmpetition. As soon as we took our seats at Mass, I knew Meagan wasn't going to last. She had been through an extremely busy week and was very off schedule. I could tell she was in one of those moods where I would have to hold her and walk around with her, so I scooped her up and stepped outside to let her calm down.
Of course, being that a Feis was the next day, there were dancers everywhere practicing and mosaics of Irish music melting together dancing across our ears as we walked the hallway outside Mass. When Meagah heard the music, she suddenly stopped fussing. She began listening. Her eyes became active and I could tell she was excited and interested. I was fine with that - at least she wasn't fussing...and I continued to walk and rock her as the dancers around us practiced and jumped about.
Suddenly, Meagan looked up and put her hand on her pacifier. She popped it out, and just as matter of factly looked at me and said very clearly "Fi...... Si.... Off go!" I jumped back a minute (figuratively speaking) thinking to myself.."Did I just hear what I think I heard?" While Meagan has a few words like "Mama," "Dada," "Byebye," etc... she has never said them with 'purpose'... she will babble and rattle them off like a pattern, but she has never used them in an appropriate situation as a way of communicating. I took Meagans hand, placed it on my chest and drummed out the rhythm of the music.. then I leaned in and said "5...6...7.. off you go!" and before I could finish the word "Go" her little legs started going crazy!! Wiggling all over. Kicking, stretching, pounding on my arm. She was dancing!
It was such a great moment - to see her spontaneously show me that she IS soaking in everything we do around her. The poor kid is dragged to 5 dance classes a week, surrounded by 4 little girls jumping and kicking and practicing all the time....and she gets it. Meagan was saying in that moment..."Mom... I get it!"
I cannot plop Meagan down to sit and play on her own just yet - but despite that she found her own way to dance. I know this is the first of many things she will "figure out" to do in her own unique way. But that moment is something I will never forget. We have put a lot of faith on the line for Meagan - and have done so willingly and knowing God will guide us along the way. It was such a gift to see Meagan, once again, showing us she has faith in herself too. Every little moment like this is God's way of showing me Meagan is not going to sit it out. As the song says..."..and when you get the choice to sit it out, or dance... I hope you dance." And that she did.