I hope you find the feet of a dancer.

Today is my eldest child’s birthday, the anniversary of the day this mad adventure in motherhood began, the day, quite a few years ago, she made my greatest dream come true.

As a little one she and I walked along hand in hand and I couldn’t imagine us not being close…until she became a teenager that is. Then, for a time I wondered would we ever be close again? Thankfully those years don’t last too long and they are now a distant memory.

When I first held this little one, my heart melted and it’s never recovered.

A few years ago I wrote this post which I’d like to share once more today on this young lady’s birthday.

I wonder if anyone else has done this?  Before ever my children were born, I dedicated a special song, to each of them. A different song for each one.

This is the story of my eldest daughter and how I chose her song.

Many years ago, before I had my first child and before my husband even appeared on the scene,
I was sitting on the bed next to my Dad who was very sick at the time with motor neuron disease, but could still speak.

The two of us were chatting away,small__2862441631 putting the world to rights, when I heard a song on the radio.
It was called “Feet of a dancer”, by Charlie McGettigan.

The lyrics go like this.
I hope you find the feet of a dancer,
I hope you can sing in the rain,
I hope you find all the easy answers to your pain;
It won’t be easy, what can I say,
There will be trouble along the way;
‘Round every corner there’s terror and fear,
Always remember that we’re here.

I hope you find the feet of a dancer,
I hope you can sing in the rain,
I hope you find all the easy answers to your pain;
I hope you find love and affection,
I hope you find someone who cares;
I hope you find all the right directions everywhere,

A shoulder to cry on whenever you’re alone,
You can rely on us you know;
Nothing too crazy, nothing too dear,
Always remember that we’re here.

I thought it was beautiful. When the song ended Dad turned to me and with a lot of emotion in his voice said,

“That is what every Dad would wish for his daughter.” I turned to him and we hugged tightly.

Dad died the following year, but I never forgot that moment.

Years later I had my first child, a daughter. When I took her home from hospital, I went searching for that song. A song I had often sung to my daughter before she ever existed,
the lyrics saying more than I ever could.
A song that reminded me of a beautiful moment shared with my Dad.

Many days I spent watching her mewborn kissas a sleeping newborn.
That song blaring in the background as I sang at the top of my voice my wish for her to “have the feet of a dancer”.

She is on the cusp of a new career. Who knows where her future will take her, but I hope she will always remember…

“there’s nothing too crazy, nothing too dear,
and always remember that we’re here”.

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14 thoughts on “I hope you find the feet of a dancer.

  1. Great post Tric…this bit resonated with me: “”She is on the cusp of a new career. Who knows where her future will take her,””
    I could never imagined when my kids were little that they would be where they are today….its been a fabulous journey one I’m constantly travelling on. They have their ups and downs, who doesn’t, but their ups far outweigh the downs….good luck with your daughter, you are right about the teenage years, now mine are all adults we have great memories, enjoy each others company and for their entertainment love to regale me with tales of growing up with me as their dad….

    1. Thanks Michael, it’s a well known fact that the teenage years in hindsight are way more entertaining than in real time!
      I suspect the tales my gang will tell about their Dads parenting will be of a much greater entertainment value than those featuring myself.
      It is a real source of pride though to look at what they’ve become, definitely my greatest accomplishment.

      1. Its good to look at them and see good people isn’t tric, then you know you did something right. I spent my morning yesterday with my eldest son whom I have not seen a lot of i the past few years, the tyranny of distance in Australia, and we had a lovely morning talking over his situation and sharing his hopes for the future. Its always lovely to re-connect.

  2. i love your tradition and expression of your love for her and all that she brought to your life. may she jump off from the cusp and into a wonderful adventure –

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