Parenting is not for sissies, I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. There are days when I feel like I’ve been bested by a 4 year old and like bedtime just can’t come fast enough. But just as quickly as those days come and blindside you, so do the moments that make it all worthwhile. I recently had one of those moments. A moment where with one request, he melted my heart and I was a bursting with love for my little ninja.
To know me and love me, is to accept certain truths. One of those truths is that I love to sing. I’m that girl that sings along to every single song on the radio, and who is secretly wishing you would stop talking in the car so I can turn my favorite song up. Oh, and almost every single song is my favorite song. Sometimes when having a conversation with someone, I will start singing along to the radio without even realizing that I’m singing while you’re talking to me. It’s obnoxious. I realize that… Which is why I say, to know me and love me is to accept these truths. That’s just a little background to set the stage for my story. Knowing how much I love to sing will make it easier to understand how that little ninja completed melted me with one request.
We were driving in the car, on our way home from my sister’s house. It was a little late, maybe even past his bedtime. And we love to sing along together. I’m always impressed by how well he sings along to the music. Well on this particular day, he surprised me by going even one step further. We were listening to the country station and “Need You Now” by Lady Antebellum was on the radio. Right in the middle of the song, I heard his little voice pipe up from the backseat.
“Mommy, I have an idea!”
“Oh, okay. What’s your idea?”
“How about I sing the boy sounds and you sing the girl sounds?”
Cue the mommy heart melting… Did my son just suggest a duet? Without any prompting from me? How could I be so lucky?! It was in that moment, that I knew he was his mother’s son. I had an influence on him. I mean, I guess you know that as a parent, you will have an influence. But when you’re an adoptive parent, there are different angles that make you question… The age old debate: nature vs. nurture? How much of him would reflect his birth parents and how much would our personalities would show in him? I don’t know the answer to that question… But I knew in that moment, that this came from me. He has a love of music, of singing. I gave that to him. And that meant everything to me. Maybe he’ll grow out of it, and maybe it’ll just be a passing phase. But I will treasure our sing alongs forever and hope that they continue.
I wonder what else I’ll pass on to him? What will he pick up from Hubbalicious? I guess only time will tell…
What have you passed on to your kids?