When the girls were young, we used to listen to a Disney Channel CD with tunes from all of their favorite shows: Rollie Pollie Ollie, Bear and the Big Blue House, Winnie the Poo and, our favorite Out of the Box.
We’d play the music and dance all over the house.
When Listen to the Rhythm from Out of the Box came on, the girls would argue about which one got to be held in dad’s arms, dancing together as the tune blasted. The song had an incredible beat –
Listen to this rhythm, that we’re gonna play
Listen to this rhythm, then do it the same way
It goes like this…
Dingy dingy ding
Dingy ding ding ding
Boom cha-ca la-ca la-ca boom cha-ca boom
Each time it came on, we’d have to play it three times. I’d dance with the first one in my arms, then the second and finally the third. We’d spin around in circles, we’d laugh, I’d dip them at the end, head reared back and the giggles flowing.
Last weekend, Stephanie and Michelle were cleaning out the stereo cabinet. Inside, they rediscovered that CD. When our song came on, we reverted back to the good old days.
I can hardly pick DJ up and certainly can’t spin her around while riding on my hip, but the other two insisted.
All four of us paraded around the kitchen remembering the moves of years gone by.
It was bitter-sweet. Memories of Lisa filled the room. Our nanny of 11 years, now in a nursing home the victim of a massive stroke, also top of mind. She watched her fair share of Playhouse Disney with our three kids.
When the song faded out, I said to my girls, “When I’m 80 and you’re 50, let’s turn that song back on. I’d like to continue the dance until the day I die.”
“Don’t ever get rid of your CD player dad.”
“Don’t worry. It’ll be here to play the music, and I’ll be here to dance.”