My new excitement in life is the fact that I get to sing again! Ever since I learned I was pregnant, I've been singing to Brent, lullabies, or Christmas songs, or children's songs. He was serenaded more in utero than perhaps any child alive today. And the day finally came when I would get to see his reactions. I dreamed of rocking him and singing him to sleep...of soothing him with just my voice.
Only...it turns out he hated it when I sang. I don't know how many times I heard "No singing, Mommy!!" or "No like that song!!". And, I know I'm no Britney Spears (wait, that may be a good thing), but I can hold a decent tune. I've done my fair share of karaoke and I've never been boo-ed off stage. Granted, my crowd was the soberest of crowds, but still...
Then, one night last week, a strange thing happened. We were laying in his bed sharing stories before bedtime, and out of the blue he started singing "Twinkle little star". He knew the words! He was having fun with it! And slowly after a few days I was allowed to join in. Next came the A,B,C song. Then, on the way home from daycare, we started rotating several others into the mix. And he actually likes it when I sing to him now!
But best is when he thinks no one is watching, and he sings softly to himself in the most perfect of voices. It stops me dead in my tracks, and I spend those moments savoring yet another precious moment that will one day be nothing but a memory. There will be that day that he starts remembering to put the "T,U,V" into the alphabet song. Then the day where the majority of the letters are pronounced right. Then maybe even a day when he stops bobbing his head up and down with each new note, while overexaggerating the way his lips should be in order to say all the letters. And finally one day, I'll be banned from singing once again.
But I'll have my memories stored up. Every one is more precious a gift than the one before it.
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