Today’s Mama: I {heart} Music, Always

I was once a tiny baby girl napping in the v-bearth of my parent’s first sailboat, Seafarer.  It’s namesake is an old poem from a surviving manuscript of Old English Poetry.

“Mæg ic be me sylfum   I can make a true song
 soðgied wrecan,   about me myself,
 siþas secgan,   tell my travels..”

The Seafarer, poem can be found [HERE].  

I was not-yet two, tucked in with giant headphones on.  Somewhere there’s a picture of this, and it’s one of my favorites.  No doubt, I was listening to Moody Blues, Fleetwood Mac or Pink Floyd.
I have always been defined by music.
Olive June sleeps to a Bob Marley playlist, and I love to listen to our baby monitor and hear my sweet pumpkin’s rendition of Don’t Rock My Boat,

don’t wok mine boat, don’t wok my boat…no no boat…mine

The most time I spend in a car these days is waiting on a ferry.  Long trips do come,  with days entirety to drive across our state it’s both unfamiliar and unlike New Enlgand’s three states in an afternoon.  The airtime is broken with potty pitstops, snack requests, Mama I dropped my ___, and squabbles over turns with a certain toy, book or what have you.
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In this week’s Today’s Mama piece entitled I {heart} Music, Always I wrote:

Some days are like this: unattended tasks stack like prairie grass without a clearing in sight.

Or, like songs on iPod’s shuffle where I never know which one to skip.
Songs have always been defined by their driveability.  Neil Young still gets air time, but his lyrics rarely get my full attention.

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5 Comments

  • Jennifer says:

    i know, i know, i know.

    people are always shocked when my girls sing along with bob marley songs.

    or that Michael Franti's Say Hey is our Sunday morning dance song.

    these are the songs of their lives and yet some how i find i listen to Kesang Marstrand and Elizabeth Mitchell even when the girls aren't home.

    i can't imagine a home without music.

  • Melina says:

    I grew up listening to sea chanteys.

    ANd I still sneak down to the sea chanty sing along at the center for wooden boats and sing with the old men.

    Music is important.

    xo
    Melina

  • MJ says:

    I love memories by music. My dad was a drummer and music was his passion. I have memories of him drumming everywhere, with fingers, with his sticks, and with his headphones on. He listened to it loud! I grew up with those headphones on too, listening to ABBA, who will always hold a special place in my heart.

    thanks for the nostalgia! I wonder what my kids will remember by music :)….
    xoxo
    ps you won the giveaway for the bell btw, please email me your address!

  • I never realized how much I really loved music until I had children. Between “their” music and talking to them about their day, I never have a chance to listen to “my” music. I do look forward to those rare moments when the car seats are empty. I can turn the music up without wondering if it might be too loud for their little ear drums!

  • Oh, this strikes a note within me; I say that without intending a pun. Seriously.

    I danced for 10 years, so I was surrounded by music; synapses connecting the need to focus and to express side-by-side with notes and rhythm. Now I find as an adult, I need the music sometimes to unwind, to feel a memory, to sing, to enhance a great mood, but many times to focus and to get those synapses to fire. It’s as if music is imbedded within. And now to share it with my daughter, and to sing with her. My heart swells. Currently belting out “Sound of Music” melodies with her, and loving every moment.

    And how I miss mixed tapes. I still have a few left from College and pop them in just because. Thanks for sharing. Happy weekend!

    -Jennifer

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