I still had an ample collection of folk songs on my ipod back from my Dad’s 70th birthday. Yes. I love being super-organised.
I sat on the floor beside the stereo, making sure these songs could definitely play out of there… you know, you do these ‘tests,’ ‘in case,’ before any big event.
Suddenly, loud folk music started blaring out. Pass.
And then baby girl responded in her true nature: she started to dance.
It’s funny how you can completely love a song, or as was this case, songs, and yet never listen to them. Hearing the songs I used to hear around my parents home as a child, brought back the warmest and fondest memories. I love these songs, they remind me of such joy, a naïve and innocent and beautiful time, and yet I never listen to them.
I probably should.
And seeing my daughter dance with such glee to them, well, it touched a very special part of my heart.
Baby girl ran circles around the kitchen, laughing happily, and every so often went over to the stereo to turn the volume dial right up. She then added an action to her circles, and blew a kiss to me, her fingers touching her lips every time she came near me with a loud “mwa!”
I did “mwa!” back, and soon the kitchen was filled with running, delirious laughter, and a lot of air-kisses.
Oh, and also folk music 🙂