Real Life Mama: Live — and dance (in your pjs, in the rain) — in the moment


By Sarah Shrader - Guest columnist



There comes a point when the storm doesn’t feel so strong anymore – where you can look at it straight in the face and realize that, although your entire body is soaked, for once the water on your face didn’t fall from your eyes. You finally can dance freely in the rain.

There comes a point when the storm doesn’t feel so strong anymore – where you can look at it straight in the face and realize that, although your entire body is soaked, for once the water on your face didn’t fall from your eyes. You finally can dance freely in the rain.


When is the last time you danced in the rain? Like completely carefree, hands in the air, let loose while fresh droplets fell all around you?

Just the other night, right before bed – girls already in their pjs and everything – we stepped out front to talk with the neighbor. Although it had rained on and off that day, there didn’t appear to be an immediate threat of any precipitation. Then, out of nowhere these gigantic drops started dumping from the sky.

The girls and I ran from the middle of the driveway to the garage and in just that little amount of time, we were soaked. As soon as we were under cover, they both turned around and faced me with ornery grins plastered across their faces. At pretty much the same time, their eyes begged for more and they asked sweetly, “Can we?”

I knew what they wanted to do. But, we were already wound down, dressed for bed and just moments away from bedtime. This was certainly going to set us back. Plus, the rain was cold and it was coming down pretty hard.

But, honestly, it was a hot day, we were already wet, had plenty of dry pjs in the house, there was no thunder or lightning and it is summer – not like they had to get up and do anything but go to the sitter’s house.

As I was going back and forth in my head (mom time it really was only like 3 seconds for me to weigh the pros and cons), I stood there staring at them out of the side of my eye. And then, I flashed them the “go ahead” smile.

And they were gone.

Shrieking out shouts of excitement, they scrambled into the sprinkles and shook their entire bodies dancing to the sound of the storm. They ran up and down the driveway giggling, jumped in the quickly forming puddles at the end of it, and then reached out their hands and invited me to join them.

And honestly, I couldn’t think of one good reason not to.

So together the three of us danced in the rain in the middle of a downpour in my driveway. No music, no cares, no troubles. We just danced. We didn’t worry how long the rain would last or if and when the sun would return. We literally just soaked in the exact moment we were in and took full advantage of it.

And it was the most metaphorically dance in the rain that I have ever experienced.

Look, we have been through a lot – my babies have been through a lot. From the craziness of 2020 to some major life changes in 2021, we have been through our fair share of storms. And if there is one thing that we have learned — especially in the last year and a half, it is that there is no stopping the rain.

You cannot wish it away. Oh, you can sulk and feel sorry for yourself that you are getting rained on, and sometimes that is necessary to get through it. But there comes a point when the storm doesn’t feel so strong anymore – where you can look at it straight in the face and realize that, although your entire body is soaked, for once the water on your face didn’t fall from your eyes. You finally can dance freely in that storm.

After a few minutes of dancing, one of them had the bright idea to head to the trampoline. I let them carry on without me for that one and watched undercover from the back garage door. By the time they were done with that and completely soaked, they begged to jump in our freshly filled kiddie pool in their jammies. At this point, what did it even matter?

Trust me, their giggles and laughs along with a reminder that this was the “best night ever” and I was “the coolest mom ever” made it all worth it.

Just the thought of our time together dancing brings tears to my eyes – but they are different tears now. Tears that know that no matter what storm comes at my girls and me, we will get through them together, soaking wet, hand in hand. And each time we do, the storm will get a little easier to handle.

Look, they are just little girls, I am not sure that they will ever realize how profound our time in the rain was to me – and that’s completely fine with me as it is not a child’s thing to notice. But, what I do hope they remember is that storms will come and it is up to us how we deal with them. And sometimes you just have to let loose, embrace it and dance (even in your pjs) in the rain.

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There comes a point when the storm doesn’t feel so strong anymore – where you can look at it straight in the face and realize that, although your entire body is soaked, for once the water on your face didn’t fall from your eyes. You finally can dance freely in the rain.
https://www.limaohio.com/wp-content/uploads/sites/54/2021/07/web1_IMG_2563.jpegThere comes a point when the storm doesn’t feel so strong anymore – where you can look at it straight in the face and realize that, although your entire body is soaked, for once the water on your face didn’t fall from your eyes. You finally can dance freely in the rain.

By Sarah Shrader

Guest columnist

Sarah (Pitson) Shrader was born and raised in Lima. She is a Lima Central Catholic and Tiffin University graduate. Sarah is a full-time working mama who enjoys writing about her somewhat crazy, always adventurous life as a mother. She lives in Bath Township with her daughters and writing inspirations, Maylie and Reagan.

Sarah (Pitson) Shrader was born and raised in Lima. She is a Lima Central Catholic and Tiffin University graduate. Sarah is a full-time working mama who enjoys writing about her somewhat crazy, always adventurous life as a mother. She lives in Bath Township with her daughters and writing inspirations, Maylie and Reagan.

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