I used to teach music. At the time I never planned on being a mother, so everything I learned about music was for my students. Once I discovered I was pregnant, however, I never doubted that I would do my best to raise my child in a rich, musical environment. I had a full repertoire of finger plays, chants, lullabies and songs. I was prepared!
And then I wasn’t.
Philip loves music. It has proven useful to make up songs to go with daily routines just as I used to do in the classroom. Still, we don’t sing together like I had hoped or imagined we would.
I love hearing Philip sing. I’m never certain whether he is re-creating a song he has learned at school or purely improvising. Early last month while I was making supper, Philip was singing. I recognized “How I wonder what you are.” Both Peter and I smiled as Philip repeated the song’s first two lines again and again. Then, convinced that Philip would want to know that I understood him, I began to sing with him.
He stopped singing and stared at me.
Eli Pacheco, aka Coach Daddy, read the revision and left this comment: