Highschool Lovers

questionable dancing from Mia

"Oh my gosh, Mia! Look at you!" I squeal as I watch my two-year-old daughter trying to balance herself on one foot while waving her arms in the air, clearly feeling the rhythm in her little body. "What are you doing, sweetheart?"

Mia stops mid-motion, flashes her big green eyes—just like her father's—and giggles. "Dancin', Mommy! Dancin'!" Her blond curls bounce as she moves, her enthusiasm melting my heart.

"Aww, you're such a good dancer!" I encourage her, shifting my focus to the bassinet where my newest additions, twins Charlie and Chandler, are sleeping soundly. "You're going to be the best big sister, aren't you?"

"Yeah! Big sister!" she exclaims, puffing out her chest with pride. As much as a two-year-old can, anyway.

Just a week ago, our lives changed drastically when Charlie and Chandler arrived. It's chaotic but wonderful, and Mia has taken to her new role with all the grace of a natural leader. I chuckle to myself as I watch her trying to teach her little brother and sister the moves she's just made up. "Dance, babies! Dance!" she commands with a big smile, her tiny finger wiggling at them.

"Uh, Mia, I don't think they quite understand just yet," I laugh, knowing that at only a few days old, they're way too young for her dance classes.

Suddenly, Mia strikes a different pose, one I can only assume is her version of what she thinks twerking is. "Look, Mommy! I twerk!" she says, her face full of pride as she wiggles her bottom and lets out a giggle.

"Twerking? Where did you learn that?" I ask, raising an eyebrow, half-laughing and half-shocked. I glance over my shoulder, half-wondering if Adrien was playing some inappropriate music while I was busy with the twins.

"From TV, Mommy!" she declares simply, totally matter-of-fact.

"Of course, it was the TV..." I mutter under my breath with a smirk. "Okay, but remember, twerking is for bigger kids, not for you, okay? Let's stick to simple dancing!" I reach for her and lift her into my arms, swinging her around gently.

"Yay! 'Simp-dancin'!" she shouts as we spin. "Mia love charlie! Mia love Chandler!"

"I know you do! You're such a great big sister! Can you help me with them later?" I ask, feeling the warmth of family wash over me.

"Yes, Mommy! Help!" she agrees enthusiastically, her tiny fists pumping in the air, and I can't help but think how lucky we are, raising this little adventurer who wears her heart on her sleeve.

After a moment, she gazes back at the twins, her eyes softening. "Sleepin', babies," she whispers, careful not to disturb them. "Mia sing!" And just like that, she begins to hum a sweet little tune, not entirely in key but full of love.

"You should be their lullaby maker, you know," I say softly, my heart swelling at her genuine affection for the twins.

Mia, proud as ever, furrows her brow, "No! Mia's dancin'!" She jumps down, ready to demonstrate her latest moves again.

I chuckle. "Alright, my little dancing queen. Show us what you've got!"

"Okay!" She spins around again, a flurry of energy. "Watch this!" And as she twirls, she suddenly loses her balance and giggles when she lands on the floor in a heap of giggles. "Oof!"

"Whoa, steady there!" I say as I help her up. "Maybe we need to add 'watch our balance' to your dancing lesson?"

"Okay! Balance, 'n' dancin'!" she replies promptly, undeterred, and I can't help but laugh as she tries to imitate a ballerina before breaking out into another wild dance.

Just then, I hear Adrien's familiar footsteps as he walks into the room, a smile already stretching across his face. "What's going on in here?"

"Mia's teaching the babies how to dance!" I announce proudly, waving towards the bassinet where Charlie and Chandler gurgle in their sleep.

"Oh, I see," Adrien chuckles, kneeling down to Mia's height. "And what special moves do you have for them, Mia?"

"Twerk!" she exclaims with pride, throwing her arms in the air again like she just won a competition.

Adrien's eyes widen in surprise, and he glances at me, his brow raised. "Twerk?!"

"From the TV apparently!" I respond, trying to stifle my laughter.

"Well, I think it's a bit early for that!" he says with a grin. "But I think you know how to dance beautifully, don't you, Mia?"

"Yep!" she beams, giving him a hug. "Big sis dancin'!"

He ruffles her hair affectionately, and I can see all the love he has for both Mia and the twins in his eyes. "You definitely are. Now, how about we all do some simple dancing together?"

"Yes!" Mia cheers, clapping her hands.

"Mia, can you show me how to twerk?" he asks, a playful glint in his eyes.

She jumps up and down, nodding eagerly. "Yeah! Twerk! Twerk!"

Adrien laughs as he starts doing the exaggerated version of what he thinks is twerking, and although it's absolutely ridiculous, Mia matches him move for move, both of them giggling uncontrollably.

"Okay, okay! What have I started?" I laugh, feeling even more grateful for these moments.

In the background, the twins stir, and I lean down to kiss their little heads. "Just you wait. They will be joining this party soon enough. And before we know it, they'll be twerking right alongside their big sister."

"Can't wait!" Mia yells enthusiastically, and I realize right then and there how incredibly special this chapter of our lives is.

As the three of us dance—Mia showing off her newfound moves and Adrien doing his best to keep up—I can't help but smile, knowing that these little moments, chaotic or not, are what family life is all about. We are already one big happy dancing team.