The other morning on the way to take Melody to school, she says, "I hope that 'Good Morning' doesn't come on."
"Aww, sweetie, why not?"
"I don't like it."
"What?! Girl, you just don't know what it good."
Ironically, the next song really was Good Morning. I laughed; she groaned. I turned up the music, told my kids to dance, and started grooving. Tucker started swaying back and forth before I even said anything. Judson reluctantly started dancing simple because he wanted to look as silly as I did. Melody sat there, almost stone faced, looking like she wished she could disappear. Then, it dawned on me- she didn't NOT like the song, she didn't like me dancing. I was embarrassing my daughter.
Lots of things started going through my brain:
- the mom in me- payback for all those top-of-the-lungs potty announcements
- the little girl in me- empathy for all those times my mom embarrassed me (sorry, Mom)
- the realist in me- she is going to be embarrassed by me- just a part of growing up
- the mean girl in me- good grief, she'll get over it.
The thing is Melody will dance when we are at the house. No one can see her except her family. We often fall into a similar situation. In the safety of our home surrounded by family, we have no problems defending our beliefs and faith. The true test is when we are surrounded by those who may not believe. We will often find ourselves in a situation where we have to choose: to "hide" for fear of ridicule or to "dance" along and embrace our God. "So never be ashamed to tell others about our Lord." (2 Tim 1:8a) I think this fits this problem. We should not be embarrassed by our Heavenly Father. He loves us, died for our sins when He did not deserve it, and is alive today proving that He defeated death. That is a message that we cannot keep to ourselves. His Spirit lives in His believers, and by our actions we show His love and share His word.
I will still continue to dance and sing when "Good Morning" comes on the radio, and for a while, Melody will still be embarrassed by my spastic dance moves. However, hopefully, along the way, she will listen to the words of that song, and understand that I dance for the Lord, too. She will see that I am not embarrassed by my Creator. Then, maybe, she will start dancing, too.