Baby Loves Disco, and So Do I!

I am yet to enter the world of playgrounds and play-doh, but I already know I will need time to let the diapers down. I will sorely miss my dancing days. I am already anticipating the lump that will form in my throat when I see hot-bodied youngsters roaming the streets on a bender as I push my stroller back home for a night of nappies and bottles. That being said, it’s no shocker that Baby Loves Disco has become a world-wide phenomenon. Let’s be honest, this event is really for the parents who are starving for a break from Thomas the Tank Engine.

I sense the identity issues motherhood creates—surrendering your identity as an independent, hip individual to the full-time attention your child needs. I’m not going to lie—I’m nervous to trade in the Hills for Dora the Explorer and Bellinis for breast milk. However, this past Saturday afternoon gave me hope—hope that I can evade adulthood for a few more precious years (even when I have a tot of my own).

Babies will dance to anything: commercials, cell-phone ring tones, even car alarms. Baby Loves Disco is a chance for the parents to throw down their burp-rags and get their groove on. I saw mamas dressed in glitter-clad A-line dresses, bell-bottoms, hump-me boots, and cleavage bearing tops. I saw dads sipping beers and secretly shaking their hips. This afternoon was a chance for parents to reclaim their identities as the hip, young, sexy party animals they still are.

Furthermore, this is a fresh, unique opportunity for parents to bond with their children. Gone are the days of boring museums, depressing zoos, and monotonous parks—it’s time to put your wee-one under the disco ball. The success of Baby Loves Disco is because a thirst is being quenched and a niche is being filled. Shiraaz, a disco dancing mama brought her charming son and dance-aholic Zephan back to Baby Loves Disco for the third time, saying, “It’s great for parents because you do what you love to do and re-live your pre-kid days—and your kids get to bust a move too!”

Although I am not quite ready to turn in my Saturdays to strollers and bubble machines, when I am, you will find me wearing the beaded tassel shirt, twirling my mini-me to the Bee Gees under the disco lights.

Photos courtesy of Patrick Roddie, webbery.com