Before the cake, before the pressies, and sometimes before the coffee I dig deep and think of you for a moment.
Every year on my kids’ birthdays I listen to Pink Floyd’s “Wish you were here” (the song).
Why?Because for just a brief moment in my life, although I don’t solely think of these things for just these specific moments in time, I want to think of the families who cannot physically be with their children.
Goodness we’ve had our struggles over the years and Indigo’s first birthday will be met with all the love and attention he deserves (and more).
But this year in particular I thought it necessary to share this little window into my heart, my compassion, my parenting choices, a bit of my humanity.
So I listen and I kiss my newly one year old and I think of your babies and I send my love to them and you.
Blessings blessings blessings!

Something Silly.

I wanted to write about something silly.

You know that thing that happens when you get a song stuck in your head. It’s like an evil worm. You find yourself humming it or even singing. Maybe you’re in the freezer section of the grocery store or while waiting for the bus. Then you look around to see who was watching you do this. All you can do at that point is shrug your shoulders, smile and laugh and maybe say something like,
“It’s just been one of those days.”

Although, that feels belittling of the moment too. We are a magical and musical family, of sorts. We actually enjoy these moments, especially when they happen as a family.

Hubby plays hand drums but most of them have moved on to other homes. He also has a deep love for music, it keeps him ticking through the day. I often call him my cheerleader! Especially after I found out that he listens to music that could very well be the driving force for a professional Drill Team.

Brother Older loves playing guitar and marimba in school. He’s always had musical instruments in his life to play with. The Kalimba is one of his favourites!

I used to play violin but I’m sadden to say I no longer do nor feel I could pick it up again anytime soon.

Brother Younger is on his own plain when it comes to music. He’s incredible! He’s one of those people whom I think ARE a musical instrument. He dances, sings beautifully (almost in tune too), and he’s usually interested in trying out something new.

During his last visit he asked me to play this song several times for him. Beware! It’s Super Duper Pop Cheerleader-rific Beats!

This song now gets stuck in my head from time to time. Another song worm in my brain. Eating away at my reality and altering my faculties to make me sing it in the freezer section. Hahaha!

Now, I mentioned the “cheerleader” factor in his Dad. I’m thinking the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. Hubby would rather be on stilts or juggling while listening to this kind of music but hey? It’s a good theory, right? Cheerleader genes?

I love my Cheerleaders! They usually wear smiles and they’ve opened up my musical experience even more (even if it’s more like a song worm eating my brain — life is certainly more interesting and fun with them).

Peace, love and Pop music beats!

P.S. I’m not dissing cheerleaders! My sister and I went to cheer camp in Middle School, some of my dearest friends were cheerleaders and my older step-sister was a cheerleader (possibly cheer captain — I can’t remember fully). Just so you know!