While you may not be able to do much about those late night pacing sessions, you can capitalise on your baby’s love of rhythmical movement to benefit both of you in many other ways as well. Instead of saving your dance sessions for wee hours, why not make music and dancing a regular part of your routine with your baby?

Babies begin to develop rhythm skills very early on when they are consistently exposed to music and movement. In fact, it’s probably more accurate to say that babies are born with natural rhythm and all we need to do is nurture it. If you exposure your baby to joys of dance throughout his childhood, just think how much more confident he'll feel as a teenager at his high school prom! In cultures where music and dance are a part of everyday life, no one grows up to be “rhythmically challenged!”

If rhythm and movement are a consistent part of your child’s life from an early age, ability to express herself through creative movement will stay with her throughout her life. Many parents are concerned about effects of inactivity on their children in this age of easy access to computers and video games. Cultivating a love of music and dance early in life provides an excellent introduction to other healthy physical activities.

Even when your baby is very young, dancing in your arms can be an exciting play and social time that he will look forward to. You will probably find that as your baby grows he will soon begin to eagerly anticipate his favourite dance moves like dips and spins. He’ll also tell you by his reactions what type of music and dancing he likes best.

Sure, everything seemed okay. Friendly glances at park followed by a short spurt of conversation, but getting into those little cliques are just as tricky, if not more difficult, than ones I encountered, and came to master within corporate environment. Though I was efficient in my conversation and quick with my wit; though I laughed at right jokes and wore appropriate attire; and, even when I stood in widest opening of park letting everyone see that I was available for chat, mommies shied away from me. My best bet is that they probably gathered in a far counter to chuckle over my desperation. Heck, I may have even laughed at me too had I not been distracted by small hovering cloud of post-partum depression.

You can liken this to city gal in country. There are many movies with a similar story line about loud and obtrusive ‘outsider’ that everyone sees as square peg. While she may want to fit in, she knows from get-go that it is going to be a long journey, due to all that tension she feels from her new peers. That is where I began to find my thoughts. (And let me tell you, if you think your co-workers in their Armani suits are pretentious, try a mommy-clique in t-shirts and capris. I kid you not, they can be downright condescending.) While acceptance is hard, it is a form of closure, and after a year or so, I decided that I was just not going to fit in with bobby-socked, sneakered mommies littered throughout my day.