In honor of the newest Gibb baby, Taylor May, I am posting a “baby” story this week.
Dancing with a baby to a Bee Gee song is about the best thing I can think of to make a day perfect.
I have been dancing to the Bee Gees songs since I could walk. My Dad and I were the dancing fools; and even though I don’t remember my first Bee Gees dances in my Dad’s arms, I do remember all the way back to my 3rd birthday and dancing with him in the living room. There was a big family party, and my little cousins and my nursery school friends were there. Dad got them all up and started dancing to “Night Fever”. They had so much fun and talked about that party for weeks. I think we danced through the whole album. Dad was and still is the most devoted fan you can imagine. As I grew up, he would put on their music whenever I was grumpy or fussy or had a bad day, and we’d dance. He’d tell me stories about when I was first born and how he would put on the love songs and dance around the bedroom with me. He would go back and forth from a Robin song to a Barry song and then replay them all over again. Sometimes he would sing along; but most of the time, he’d just dance. My poor Mom was so exhausted all the time; and when Dad would give her a break, he’d head straight for the stereo and pick out an album to play. He tells me that I’d usually fall asleep after a few minutes, but he would keep dancing anyway because that was “our time” and it was “our music”. Dad is not the best dancer in the world. In fact, he has absolutely no sense of rhythm. Some of his dance steps are really awful, but he doesn’t care. He always said that dancing with his baby girl to the Bee Gees music was the best part of his day. As I got a bit older and was a toddler, I would hum the songs while he whirled me around. Eventually, after I was walking, I would dance on his shoes. As soon as I started to talk, I learned the words to all of our favorite songs, all the way back to “Butterfly”, which I loved the most. After dinner and my bath, we’d have our little dance session and get crazy with the fun, funky music, and then Dad would put on “Bodyguard” or “Tears” (love that “Spirits Having Flown” album) and I’d fall asleep on his shoulder. Those memories are very special to my Dad, and I love thinking about being a little girl and having him share his favorite music with me. I know that all three brothers had wonderful children; and I hope they share the songs with their babies, too.