Parents want good things for their children. In the least, we want them to be happy and successful. While happiness and success are different things to different parents, we share one thing in common - We look at our little ones, searching for some indication that we have thrown enough at them and something is sticking! We look for a little glimmer of hope here or there that we are actually planting little seeds of goodness in them.
Today my child presented me a beautiful sign that I am on the right path and that I have planted some good seeds in his soul. It brought a tear to my eye, and made my day COMPLETE.
Bath time is song time. I usually stream Pandora on my phone for him. Usually something mellow. Recently we have alternated between the "Peter, Paul, and Mary" station and "The Beatles" station. Tonight - The Beatles.
The song Yesterday came on. The splashing stopped, the Thomas tub toys were abandoned. He sat cross legged, and was swishing his arms through the water, very gently, and quietly. I was singing, and he started humming along, occasionally matching pitch. When it finished - he gave his signature cheesy smile (ear to ear, with eyes squished near closed, and a big goofy head nod).
"Did you like it?"
"Yes yes. Do it again. I need it again. Make it loud and play again!"
"Daniel, I can't. The radio doesn't work like that"
He sighed, in a very dramatic, emo-teen fashion, and hung his head for a moment, then he looked up at me.
"Mommy I just neeeeeeeed Yesterday. It's my favorite"
I was speechless. My sweet darling child, a Beatles fan. Praise.
I've been singing I saw her standing there to him since birth. While My Guitar Gently Weeps and Blackbird are on his lullaby play list. He rocks out to the live version of Twist Shout. John Lennon's Greatest Hits CD never leaves my car. We've watched Yellow Submarine, he has watched my friends and I play Beatles Rock Band, I've tried to explain to him significance of the Sgt. Pepper album, and have preached to him how truly underrated the Revolver album is...and now I know, it has not be in vain.
I call that picture "Pissed off because there is no repeat option on Pandora and mommy's promises to play it for me off of the computer later will not suffice".
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