{"id":12681,"date":"2016-10-14T05:00:55","date_gmt":"2016-10-14T10:00:55","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.crumbbums.com\/?p=12681"},"modified":"2016-10-13T15:05:28","modified_gmt":"2016-10-13T20:05:28","slug":"glimpses","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.crumbbums.com\/?p=12681","title":{"rendered":"Glimpses"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a title=\"DSC_0022\" href=\"http:\/\/farm6.staticflickr.com\/5783\/30009142230_3bf6471e18_s.jpg\" rel=\"\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter\" title=\"DSC_0022\" src=\"http:\/\/farm6.staticflickr.com\/5783\/30009142230_536eb24e8a_h.jpg\" alt=\"DSC_0022\" width=\"1063\" height=\"1600\" \/><\/a><a title=\"DSC_0050\" href=\"http:\/\/farm6.staticflickr.com\/5830\/30009145850_06cf3866a3_s.jpg\" rel=\"\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter\" title=\"DSC_0050\" src=\"http:\/\/farm6.staticflickr.com\/5830\/30009145850_d61c074e7a_h.jpg\" alt=\"DSC_0050\" width=\"1411\" height=\"1600\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p><strong>glimpse<br \/>\n<\/strong>\/glim(p)s\/<\/p>\n<p><em>noun<br \/>\n<\/em><em>a momentary or partial view.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>verb<br \/>\nto see or perceive briefly or partially.<\/em><!--more--><\/p>\n<p><a title=\"DSC_0047\" href=\"http:\/\/farm9.staticflickr.com\/8641\/30009144380_bde5698390_s.jpg\" rel=\"\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter\" title=\"DSC_0047\" src=\"http:\/\/farm9.staticflickr.com\/8641\/30009144380_da390d4741_h.jpg\" alt=\"DSC_0047\" width=\"1063\" height=\"1600\" \/><\/a><a title=\"DSC_0019\" href=\"http:\/\/farm9.staticflickr.com\/8577\/30009140820_bdf6457d44_s.jpg\" rel=\"\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter\" title=\"DSC_0019\" src=\"http:\/\/farm9.staticflickr.com\/8577\/30009140820_61d273174f_h.jpg\" alt=\"DSC_0019\" width=\"1017\" height=\"1600\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>I spend one day a week dancing for three hours. I smile like a fool the whole time. I have moved up to the next level, leaving me catching my breath both literally and figuratively. There are <em>real<\/em> dancers on either side of me who do not stumble. They are young and lithe and bouncy. One day I struggle to keep up, feeling a knot form in my throat &#8212; the feeling of frustration, of impatience with my learning curve, the feeling of failing at a test and having no one to blame. The next day, I feel on top of it all, a knot forming in my throat for a completely different reason &#8212; I feel like a\u00a0<em>dancer.\u00a0<\/em>On those days, those days when I get a glimpse in the mirror of myself moving in a way I have never moved before, dancing beautifully and naturally, I feel a joy I cannot explain.<\/p>\n<p>They are only glimpses. Most of the time I am myself, my 36-year-old, mother-of-three, flawed, goofy, normal self, pretending to be a ballerina. But oh, those glimpses, they are worth every minute of frustration and awkwardness.<\/p>\n<p>Last week, at Home Depot, a tall graceful man said to me, &#8220;You&#8217;re a dancer&#8221; as a statement of fact. I was wearing normal clothes, picking up tiles for our bathroom wall. I didn&#8217;t know how to respond, because no, I&#8217;m definitely not a dancer. But then\u00a0<em>yes<\/em>, my heart fills up when I dance. Everything else fades into the background. My sense of self, my other responsibilities, the fact that I am here, in this body, it all disappears, and there is only the movement and the feeling of it &#8211; how to explain it? Had I known how much joy I would feel from a place deep within my soul when I step into the studio and up to the barre, I would have started so long ago. Forever ago.<\/p>\n<p><a title=\"DSC_0042\" href=\"http:\/\/farm6.staticflickr.com\/5649\/30009143250_b16fde93b8_s.jpg\" rel=\"\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter\" title=\"DSC_0042\" src=\"http:\/\/farm6.staticflickr.com\/5649\/30009143250_9a6a59f298_h.jpg\" alt=\"DSC_0042\" width=\"1600\" height=\"1586\" \/><\/a><a title=\"DSC_0062\" href=\"http:\/\/farm6.staticflickr.com\/5346\/30009149070_84b35caf1f_s.jpg\" rel=\"\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter\" title=\"DSC_0062\" src=\"http:\/\/farm6.staticflickr.com\/5346\/30009149070_125195aa64_h.jpg\" alt=\"DSC_0062\" width=\"1600\" height=\"1143\" \/><\/a><a title=\"DSC_0061\" href=\"http:\/\/farm9.staticflickr.com\/8608\/30009147590_7abc1eccfe_s.jpg\" rel=\"\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter\" title=\"DSC_0061\" src=\"http:\/\/farm9.staticflickr.com\/8608\/30009147590_e82cd725a3_h.jpg\" alt=\"DSC_0061\" width=\"1600\" height=\"1143\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>And yet, none of that matters. I&#8217;m here now. I&#8217;m doing it now. So for now, I will take the glimpses. Every single glimpse.<\/p>\n<p><em>Mama, these pictures are for you!<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>glimpse \/glim(p)s\/ noun a momentary or partial view. verb to see or perceive briefly or partially.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":12686,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_exactmetrics_skip_tracking":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[187],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-12681","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-motherhood"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.crumbbums.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12681","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.crumbbums.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.crumbbums.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.crumbbums.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.crumbbums.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=12681"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/www.crumbbums.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12681\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":12685,"href":"https:\/\/www.crumbbums.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12681\/revisions\/12685"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.crumbbums.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/12686"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.crumbbums.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=12681"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.crumbbums.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=12681"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.crumbbums.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=12681"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}