Journal writings about my youngest son's journey with spina bifida |
"Jackson, my little Ja-a-ck-son, Jackson, my little Ja-a-ck-son . . ." I bought a Little Einstein CD to listen to in the van. Hoping to take the place of some Jump5 and Lizzie McGuire. I figured a little classical music might be a little more beneficial for the kids than "We are Family" and "Supermodel." Not really having listened to classical music a lot, I didn't know that it permeates your life just like "Itsy Bitsy Spider" and "You Are My Sunshine." Any parent knows that moment when you're going about your day, humming a little tune, then you start singing the words, and realize that, hey, that's "The Wheels on the Bus Go Round and Round." And I'm not within 5 miles of any of my children. That's not good. I did not realize that classical music - same thing. "Bum, ba-bum, ba-bum-ba-bum-ba-bum!" "Da, da, da-da-da-da-da-da, da, da, da-da-da-da-da-da." I interject my kids names. . . "Cait-i-lin, Cait-i, Cait-i- lin!" I sing our directions as we're driving. . . "Here we go, we're going by the cows! Here we go, we're going by the cows!" Listening to classical music is supposed to stimulate your child's brain and help make connections. Yeah . . . I don't think I'm sounding that smart. |