A Mothers Secret Agenda

Every parent has dreams, ambitions and expectations for their child(ren), anywhere from complete world domination, to becoming the next Vancouver Canuck, or perhaps becoming a world class surgeon.

I realize that in the end a child will likely vocalize their likes and dislikes and ultimately only pursue the goals or dreams they have for themselves rather then what their parents want for them. That doesn't mean it hurts to try...

Hubbs has already decided that it is important to put Monster in hockey. I agree, that we should put him in as many different activities as our little town has to offer to find one that he loves and excels at.

I personally have my own ambitions for my son. I would adore it if he became musically inclined. We have in our possession an acoustic guitar and bass guitar that neither the Hubbs nor I actually know how to play. Those instruments are longing to be enjoyed, strummed and make the music they were intended to. Monster will inherit those instruments as soon as he is old enough to take classes to learn to play them.

This mommy's secret agenda is to simply expose Monster to as many different songs and types of music as I possibly can in order to inspire a love and appreciation for music. It gives me another reason to dance and sing around the house like a crazy person too!


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A Parent's Communicational Tool = Everything in Song!

The day I became a mom, my love of music, and passion for singing really came in handy.

There are very few songs I know word for word, without having the introductory instrumental played before hand to get me going. Aside from nursery rhymes and other children songs, of course. It must be from the hours we logged away playing Rock band or Singstar while Monster was still in utero, but he finds singing (mine in particular) quite comforting.

Score one: Singstar geek!

It's all well and good to sing to your baby to comfort them, but where is the line? How far, is too far? I often find myself making silly songs about everything and anything, just today I wrote a wee ditty about a poopy diaper. Then proceeded to repeat it, over and over again because the tune was stuck in my head.

At least it's something Hubbs and I have in common and enjoy doing together (I say romantically, as if it might be a hobby we both love). Whenever he has a song stuck in his head, he will sing about life to the tune of that song. Now that once annoying trait is fantastic since Monster was born to be entertained by his silly antics.

Score two: Annoying trait, becoming useful!