Red in association with PANDORA gives a little love to our mums, just ahead of Mother’s Day.

The first time I remember dancing with my mum I was a reluctant 12-year-old, squirming with embarrassment. I looked on as she flung her arms around at a family party, as if no one was watching, while I shuffled awkwardly on my feet playing Saffy to her Eddy.

She didn’t give up, though. She coaxed and dragged me to dance throughout my teenage years – in pubs, in fields and (my favourite) around our kitchen table at home. The years passed, the songs changed; and so did I.

The way she danced, with such carefree abandon, taught me to be comfortable in my own skin, to let go, and to find moments of pure joy, whatever life threw my way.

I always remember the times we dance together in such precise detail. The way her ringlets bounce around her shoulders when she’s head banging to The Who’s Live at Leeds album. How she closes her eyes and spins around during Led Zeppelin’s Whole Lotta Love.

But it’s not her moves I try to emulate; it’s her spirit. So now, whenever I come across one of life’s stumbling blocks, I pick a song and dance away my worries. I don’t care if my moves are uncoordinated, or if I look a little bit mad. I just turn up the volume and try to feel free.

The last time she beckoned me to dance was at her friend’s sixtieth birthday party. And while the 12-year-old me would’ve balked at the sight of an empty dancefloor, this time I gladly took my mum’s hand, dragged her to the middle of the room and danced wildly at her side.

Was anyone staring? I couldn’t tell you. Because, just like my mum had taught me to, I was living in the moment, dancing like no one was watching, not worrying about a thing.

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