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Should I die, this blog will serve as my son's source of virtual mama.

If I live, I won't have to repeat myself.

sigers writes fiction and nags her son in austin, texas. 

Feeling free to dance your heart out in public is the mark of a confident person. I want you to be a confident person.

I’m a little shy when it comes to dancing. When I lived with my grandmother things would be very quiet. I was an only child. When I went to be with my other grandmother? I was one of many children. My aunts and uncles were teenagers and young folks. And they liked to dance. No, THEY LOVED TO DANCE. AND THEY WOULD DANCE AND LAUGH AND PLAY MUSIC AT A VERY LOUD VOLUME AND IF YOU QUIETLY GOT IN ON THE FUN AND BUSTED A LITTLE MOVE? AN ENTIRE STADIUM WOULD TURN AROUND AND ROAR AT YOU! GO'N TEE-KEE! LOOK AT THAT BABY DANCE! And it would just be a little too much for me. So I’d stop and hide under a bed.

But I wish I’d had the confidence to bask in their adoration and taken the center of the living room and danced the feet out of my pajamas. So I am going to take you to see them, my father’s family. They are boisterous and wonderful as ever. I want you out in the middle of the floor. I want you to close your eyes. And I want you to feel the love. And I want you to move.

Never be afraid to be the center of attention.

Amsden says, "Mommy."