I am a lover of music – anywhere, anytime, any genre – although that 90’s grunge has always been my favorite!
I think it’s because I come from a family that has always been surrounded by it. My dad, who plays the guitar, the ukulele, the harmonica, and sings, has played in bands for as long as I can remember. My mother used to play clarinet in her younger years and can also carry a tune. My little sister has such an amazing voice that she could be a pro if she is ever in the right place at the right time. I can tinker a bit on the piano because of my childhood days of lessons. My husband Howard plays the guitar. Lily loves to dance and sing to whatever music she hears.
When I’m at home, in my car, or anywhere really, there is music playing about 95% of the time. I can’t drive, work, or do household chores without it (even if it is the Wiggles). Sometimes I even need it to fall asleep at night.
But the iPod, CD’s, radio, and Pandora have not been playing as much lately because a different type of music has been flowing through my soul.
She started off just babbling, as most babies do. It was cute and fun to listen to, but now it seems as if in the blink of an eye she’s been actually talking.
Shell (as in Michelle, Lol)
Wa wa (water)
And just in the past few days – cracker, monkey, mouth, and spoon.
She’s even putting together some sentences.
“It’s a ball!” “Where’s my dada?” “I got a baba!”
She uses this new-found language to communicate her wants and her needs to us more and more each day. Sometimes she just sits and has conversations with herself or her toys. That’s my favorite time to listen.
To me, her voice is like a developing symphony. Each new word is a freshly added note and each sentence a newly added measure.
When she talks, it is music to my ears and I think I’ve found my new favorite genre.