Moms never cease to amaze me.
Case in point - I was eating sushi (my favorite meal) with a client last night and looked over to my left at a couple with a baby who looked to be a couple months old.
This couple had sleep deprivation written all over them. Wrinkled clothes, tussled hair (his looked like he missed a few spots with the brush), slightly dazed look.
Like most sushi restaurants, this one had a Buddha-Bar like soundtrack. Ethereal music with a subtle base line. Well, then on came a song with more of a prominent, up-tempo beat.
I glance over and there is the mom - rocking out, seriously shaking her stuff in her chair, head gyrating back and forth. Now, remember, this wasn't some Twisted Sister song, this was a closer to Yanni.
The husband is sitting there just staring at her. I'm waiting for him to either ask her to stop, or to find the nearest ward to commit her. But then I see it - a slight bob of his head. Then, he's joining in too, not nearly to her enthusiasm level, but bobbing along to the beat.
I don't know if it was the sleep deprivation, too much diet coke, or the spicy tuna rolls, but this disheveled duo (or trio) getting down the Asian version of Musak was one of the most uplifting moments I've had in a long time.
God bless the moms, and the dads. You give me hope.
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