Let me share something mundane, but nonetheless something that we all vary widely on.
I actually, don’t mind doing the dishes. Just as well, because I do them 3-4 times a day. I find it somewhat soothing and therapeutic, the very act of water running and cleaning things an automatic act, allowing my mind to wander and reflect.
But ironing? I put off the task as much as I can.
In fact, I don’t think there’s much need for ironing. There, I said it!
Even though I don’t mind doing the dishes, when I’m washing those at the end of the day post-dinner, I like to put music on.
Tonight before dinner, I had on Bedtime Stories, one of my all-time fave albums. I’m in a certain type of mood when I play that album. I can switch easily from the daydreamy and wispy ‘Inside of Me,’ to the raw and upfront ‘Human Nature’ with lyrics like “I’m not your bitch don’t hang your shit on me.”
I absolutely LOVE the album.
But after dinner I put on something else. Something both baby girl and I like.
The Dirty Dancing soundtrack!
She seriously loves the songs. She’s even put it on on her own, just to bop along and dance while we are in the other room.
She loves the high-pitched ‘Big Girls Don’t Cry,’ the mashed potato and twist references in ‘Do You Love Me?’ and even boogies down to the Merengue!
How lovely is it to enjoy some of life’s simple chores, like dishes, accompanied by music? 🎵💖
I’ve previously written about the anticipatory excitement one gets when Friday rolls around.
For me, when 3pm on a Friday comes around. 😁😁😁😁
Hell yeah! It’s the best. Knowing you have days off ahead, is FAR better than any of those days off, let’s be honest.
It’s the anticipation.
So today as I clocked off from my work office at home, logged off my laptop, and headed into the kitchen where baby girl was happily waiting, I started singing…
“It’s Friday then, then Saturday Sunday what?”
We’ve been singing this song ever since a Friday has rolled along, ever since we saw the absolutely fantastic video of that guy that just jumps out of the car and dances to his hearts content when he hears the song.
And so we did. Baby girl and I ripped up a storm on the kitchen dancefloor, because…
Of Sesame Street fame. I even screamed while watching these guys –
Up on that circular see-saw like DEATH TRAP, and one of the guys started skipping while on top, on a freaking skipping rope, while the thing went round and round, and then he tripped!
IN THE AIR!
ON THE DEATH TRAP!
The entire audience reacted, some with gasps, others with squeals, me of course with the “AHHHH!”
It was terrifying… yet sooo good.
The guy recovered instantly, so you can be assured all is well in the circus world. It was a split-second, but that split second up so high, boy oh boy…
It’s been 3 years since I took baby girl to the circus in town, and even longer since Hubbie’s been to one.
He joined us tonight, and I particularly liked his comment at the beginning…
“Maybe I can sleep during it…”
He ate his words in every sense. He was freaking out about the acrobatics and death-defying stunts on stage as much as I was.
And then there was baby girl. She was so happy to be there, thanking us for getting tickets, and then getting beyond excited when we got her one of those light-up wands to shake around during the show.
The show was truly amazing. Her face though, lit up my heart more than any of those circus lights.
Baby girl joined about 100 or so of her school mates for an online disco today.
Last year it was in the school theatre… this year, well, via zoom.
But it was still so cute. She dressed up for the occasion, and I connected her up to the big screen to… DANCE!
40 minutes of dancing. 40 minutes of jumping. I was working from the other room, in a meeting, and could hear the tunes filtering through…
DOOF DOOF DOOF.
And then that insanely catchy/funny/irritating, whatever you wanna call it song, “Pump It Up” came on, and I just laughed out loud before walking into the room and dancing near her but making sure to be OFF SCREEN to zoom and her whole grade.
But then she ended up calling me later, because the parents were being summoned! And so I found myseld in my trakkies, next to my dressed up baby girl, doing the hokey pokey.
And of course, seeing as she’s been missing out on all that school physical activity, guess who was crazy tired afterwards?
How lucky are we to have a bestie with professional dancing experience, huh, huh? She organised a session for us, complete with warm-up, choreographed moves, and we followed her through it all… even the kids had to join in on the fun!
It was great. Nothing like a good dance in iso to remind us all of what it is our body needs, and our body wants.
And laughing at yourself with your friends is about the best way to dance to it. 😁😁😁😁
I was really surprised to reach the end of today, and find that I felt…
The exact same way I feel after we have one of our big birthday parties.
Only this year was different, right?
What was different…
Firstly, no family, no friends, NO ONE. Just us.
No celebratory birthday outing.
That’s about it.
What was the same though?
The food. We ate most of the day, and felt absolutely stuffed by it all!
The drinks. I went a little ‘woo!’ in my head.
The cakes. The candles.
The music. Freddie! Dancing.
The surprises… for both of us.
The love and well wishes that came from everywhere.
I have to say, my family and friends made sure we felt the love today.
During such a weird time in our lives, when we are going through celebrations and momentous life events without so much as a peep on the radar as to its significance, the people around me reminded us today that we are loved, we are remembered, and also…
That we WILL party really really really really HARD when this passes!
And so, it comes as no surprise that I would be feeling sad it was all over.
I think one of the best pieces of advice I could give to any current or future parents, is this:
Show them what you love.
In particular, music.
Baby girl is exposed to a whole range of styles. From 70s/80s Queen, 80s Prince, Madonna of ALL ages, pop Justin Timberlake, melodic George Michael…
to contemporary music like The Weeknd, SIA, Ed Sheeran, Justin Bieber, Tones and I, and then there’s folk music, rnb music, UB40, songs from movies…
There’s a lot of different styles that she hears from us.
When you show your child what you love, you’re showing them what makes you happy. What makes you sing. What makes your heart soar.
You’re not actually sitting them down and saying “this is what makes me happy!”
It’s in the everyday moments. Putting the volume up for a song on the radio that makes you smile. Dancing in the kitchen because Funny How Love Is came on. Laughing along to that really annoying/catchy tune “Pump it Up,” and then turning everything into that song…
“You know clean it up, you have to clean it up!”
You’re making everyday moments come alive, you’re making them more fun, and most importantly, you’re making memories.
Like today for instance. Following a week of letting everything fall to the wayside in light of more important things, I was on a cleaning frenzy. I had Queen on, FULL VOLUME as I went about the house doing my thing.
I was in baby girl’s room changing her bedding, when Bohemian Rhapsody came on.
As the pivotal moment drew near…
“Oh mama mia, mama mia
Mama mia let me go…”
I quickly threw some things in her wardrobe –
“…Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me…”
I ran out of her room –
And ran down the hallway
“…FOR ME!” I squealed as I skid into the kitchen, with baby girl charging in from the lounge room.
And then we proceeded to do THIS:
Oh it was fun! The hair clip in my hair was knocking my head we were jumping and head banging so much.
And it was so cool, that I knew I could depend on her to run in to meet me near the stereo… just as she knew she could find me rocking out to a classic tune.
It’s got nothing to do with making your kids like what YOU like. That I am totally against. Children should be allowed to make up their own likes, dislikes, interests and passions, without their parents, or anyone influencing them.
I am fascinated to see what kind of young woman baby girl will grow into of her own accord, not from someone else she has tried to be like, or from someone who has made her feel she should be like them.
It’s about showing them your passions. They should be their own people. At the same time, it’s no wonder there are so many kids out there who followed in their parents footsteps, either by doing a similar profession, choosing a similar path, a like-minded interest… because they watched them obsess, fixate, and enjoy that thing, while growing up.
Baby girl doesn’t need to write. She doesn’t need to read. She doesn’t need to love Queen all her life.
But by sharing what it is that you love with them, you show them what a meaningful, purposeful, and beautiful life is.
At the end of day, whether it’s a life path of not… Creativity.
These are the things that make the world go round. Teaching our kids about them can only bring beautiful things.
At the very least, really funny head-banging memories. 😉
Every couple of weeks our ‘celebration’ song changes.
Even though for the longest time, the song has been from the same band.
We might put on our celebration song whenever we just want to celebrate. So like, today, after I finished work, and baby girl and I had our coffee break…
It was celebration song time.
The celebration song can come on as I’m prepping dinner. It can come on as I’m washing dishes. Hell, it’s been known to come on after breakfast on a Saturday morning, and I put it on extra loud just because, you know, make sure the neighbours are properly awake and all.
The most recent celebration song comes from the Queen II album. And what an album it is. The music as a whole is unapologetically loud.
It is in your face, rock,heavy, the lyrics are full, and it takes over all your senses.
And I love it.
By the time track 10 comes around, it reaches its pinnacle of loud. If you were struggling until now, well just go away, this music is too much for you. You can’t escape the music. You just can’t. Even the lyrics don’t have a break. There are no pauses.
It keeps going and going and going.
Funny How Love Is. Baby girl and I danced to this today, and all that was missing was the expansive field of daises with hippies skipping freely across the green grass.
It is so folksy. It is just something else. It speaks of love, love in its truest form, examples of love, and where you can see it in the everyday. I find it a curiously optimistic Queen song, and that’s not to say that they don’t do happy love songs. Think “You’re My Best Friend,” but that was written by bass guitarist John Deacon.
This song is all Freddie. There are no bittersweet tones, like in “Somebody to Love” where he is literally asking for someone, to love. This song is so brash in it’s joy-fest, so in your face…
It really is the best celebration song.
I said it was the second last track, right? The song that follows is just as good.
Movement, and music. Two free things that have helped enormously during this isolation period.
I found myself inadvertently singing to baby girl at two different times today. Music is so prevalent in our home, so much a part of our lives… it’s always Hubbie’s music, or my music, baby girl’s music, or something we totally rock to all together.
I’m surprised our cat doesn’t have his own playlist. Oh hold on, the bird does. He just whistles along.
And for some reason, if I can sing a song and make it out to be about baby girl, I do it.
It makes me so happy, and I think she likes it too. 😉
I was getting my car warmed up as it revved in the driveway, ready for my once weekly mammoth grocery shop. Baby girl and Hubbie were running around outside, and a song started to play in the car, familiar, but better.
Because it was LIVE.
They saw me bopping along and came around to the driver’s side to listen.
I sang along where I remembered the lyrics… I bopped in between… if you can call it that.
“One two three, take my hand and come with me
Because you look so fine
That I really wanna make you mine…”
Bop bop bop bop bop bop.
“I said you look so fine that I really wanna make you mine.”
Bop bop bop bop bop bop.
Meanwhile baby girl started dancing along too. I pointed to her and sang –
“Well you don’t need no money when you look like that do you honey?”
Bop bop bop bop bop bop bop!
“Long brown hair…”
Bop bop bop bop bop bop bop.
And then I pointed to her dramatically to sing “I said are you gonna be my girl?”
“Awww!” Hubbie and I gushed together.
I went off to do the grocery shop, feeling happy in my heart.
But I found myself remastering lyrics from another song, to her again. Earlier tonight I had Queen’s Greatest Hits on, with ‘You’re My Best Friend.’
Again, an overdramatic point to her, making sure to catch her eye to sing –
“My feelings are true, and I really love you.
You’re my best friend.”
We smiled at each other and laughed, and I know it was the smallest thing, but those little moments are the best.
They leave your heart all warm and fuzzy, and I know hers felt like that, because mine felt like that too.