It was a typical morning. Make breakfast. Feed the little ones (and gulp down some food myself). Clean the dishes. Brush teeth. Use the potty (yes, my oldest is almost potty trained!! Woohoo!!). Change diaper. Get dressed. I needed to run some errands that morning but my biggest one was having mini meltdowns. And this is where I decided to play some music. I searched for Copacabana by Barry Manilow and said to my oldest, “Get ready for some fun”. As soon as the song started I started dancing and he followed suit. It was so cute watching him dance and watching my little squeal in delight as he watched. We danced around the house as we got ready. It took us five minutes to leave the house. It usually takes a half hour. This will definitely be a strategy I use from now on.
Later that day we were having dinner and my oldest said ” Mommy, play Lola”. I had to think for a minute. Then it hit me: he was talking about Copacabana. ” Her name was Lola”. Of course I played it. And laughed at how he remembered the song. I then started thinking of my own life. Music has always been a big part of who I am. Some of my first memories involve music. Hearing Frank Sinatra songs was one of my favorites. Every morning my grandparents would turn on their little box radio on top of their refrigerator. I don’t remember the channel, or if it still exists, but 1940s big band music would play throughout the morning. I loved hearing it. My grandfather would listen to big band music on his big radio in the living sometimes. Benny Goodman, Ella Fitzgerald, Nat King Cole, and, of course, Frank Sinatra could be heard. He would sing along. It was comforting to me.

I have gone through different phases of the kinds of music I listen to. But I am happy that my music choice is eclectic. I can listen to anything and pretty much enjoy it. I love that music can make you happy, sad, thoughtful. Just about any emotion.

Music is definitely a large part of my kids’ lives. I hope it remains that way. And I hope “Lola” is one of those songs that when they hear will give them a source of comfort.

** The picture I used was the only thing I had close enough to feathers. A mom always knows how to improvise, even if you are stretching it a lot ;).