My babes are off on an international adventure with their Dad, and today in the car I heard this REM classic and was reminded of the time recently when it came on the radio with my kids in the car:
This one goes out to the one I love
"The ones I love are Mom and Dad," said a little voice from the backseat. My heart melted. And it's a good thing us mothers have those moments, because they keep us going during rougher moments, such as the time recently when my daughter informed me I was no longer allowed to call her Sweetie.
"Awwww. Can't I still call you that at home?" I pleaded.
"No, because then you'll still be in the habit and you'll slip up and call me that in public."
Dang. I guess I knew they were going to grow up, it just isn't always easy. On the other hand, many things have gotten easier since they've gotten older -- eating out, long car rides -- and sometimes their awareness really rescues me even during the toughest moments. A couple of weekends ago, I was feeling really frustrated with them and not great about my ability as a parent to get us back on track.
In the midst of the mayhem, I sat down on the couch with a thud and exclaimed: "I'm no good at this."
Both of my kids came rushing over, looks of concern on their faces, and said, in unison: "Yes you are, Mom. You're not the problem."
Priceless.
This one goes out to the (little) one(s) I love, wherever they are laying their heads tonight...
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After being blown away by an exhibit where a man took a polaroid of himself every day for ten years, I started thinking of other ways to mark the passage of time in a meaningful way for both the artist doing the marking and those taking note. I find a lot of meaning in music, and enjoy writing about my experiences, so I decided to start a blog in which I mark (many of) my days by choosing a song that captures the day in some way (and a link, whenever possible, so you can listen to the song too).
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