Cha-Cha Crazy
Wednesday, May. 05, 2004, 11:45 p.m.
QUESTION: Cha Cha anyone?
WHAT I LEARNED: You can take a shadow anywhere.
Are your kids well behaved in church? Are they sitting quietly while you are trying to soak in a few graces for the week to come? Well, you may want to take a closer look. I did. My son and I attended the noon Mass together this past Sunday. He was so well behaved. We sat up in the balcony section in the very first row. It was cool being able to look right down on all the other people who like us, waited until the last minute to get themselves to church but unlike us, had not gotten the bright idea to take the scenic route and head upstairs. Yes, we were a relaxed crowd, a rested crowd, and perhaps a crowd with a penchant for procrastination, but we were a crowd that had made it in under the wire. I, for one, felt a certain virtuous glow that extended to my well-behaved son. It wasn�t until near the end of the service that I realized that the spotlight-type lighting directly above our heads was a perfect environment for making shadows on the pews below us. How come I didn�t think of that? My son did.
My son said that he felt God was okay with him resting a comforting shadow hand over someone�s hand down below. Perhaps that�s true. God works in mysterious ways. In the meantime this gives new meaning to the use of shadow puppets. I�m going to work on them before next Sunday so I�m more prepared for next week�s Sunday noon Mass.
On another note � I have figured out that you can�t listen to a Cha-Cha melody and feel down. Pretty soon, you are shimmying your shoulders and thinking cheerful Cha-Cha thoughts. I know this because I bought an Ultra-Lounge Cha-Cha CD last week and have fallen in love with it. I played it for my son on the way home from Mass and he showed me how to put cool rapper hand and arm motions to it that really got our car rocking all the way to our relatively ordinary lunch of omelets and toast.
There�s nothing like a soon-to-be-15-year-old to put life in perspective for you.
Cha Cha Cha. Yo Yo Yo. And all that jazz.