Most days, like many Yukoners, I leave my paid employment to begin the “job” of grocery getter, child picker-upper, negotiator, dinner maker, fun provider and general all-round super mum.
At times, this job is a bit tiresome. At times, I would like to do better.
On September 23, around 4 p.m., my brain was on hyper multi-tasking speed and a smile was not easily finding its way to my lips.
However, as I drove en route to Riverdale, just past the FH Collin’s track field, my eye caught site of unusual movements. There ahead was a young man, about 17, in a T-shirt and toque “moving to the groove” of his music without containment.
His hands and arms reached to the sky as he moved his legs in a rhythmic beat.
He was joyfully “getting down,” unaware of the rest of us driving by.
A smile reached my lips and happiness filled my soul. What I watched was complete abandonment Ã‰ and what I felt was delight.
I went home with my kids and danced.
Thank you to the young man who unknowingly brought lightness to my afternoon, made a weekday dinner invigorated, and gave me the push to do better Ã‰ to have fun.