My son and I share a special song—one that forms a bond between us, connecting us to a time that was uniquely ours. I first played this song for him while he was still a tiny baby nestled in my belly. I thought it would just be my song, a melody he could never recall, given that he was busy developing his little fingers and toes. But I was wrong.
As a nervous first-time mom, I dove into the usual pregnancy books. Full confession: I barely managed to get through one—between napping for what felt like 22 hours a day and the frequent trips to the bathroom. One of those books suggested that playing soothing music during pregnancy could help calm the baby after birth. So, I decided on “Washing of the Water” by Peter Gabriel, which resonated with its poetic lyrics and enchanting melody.
Whenever I played our song, my little cantaloupe-sized baby would stop his acrobatics and listen. As he grew, he would even shift down closer to the phone I held low, eager to hear the music, despite resting on my bladder. While it was uncomfortable, the joy of our shared moment was worth it. This song felt like our first conversation; it was a way to nurture our emotional bond while he was still developing.
However, once my son entered the world, the song didn’t evoke the same magic. At four months old, I tried playing it again, but instead of the calmness I remembered, I found myself in tears, longing for the days when it was just the two of us. The song became a bittersweet reminder of a connection that felt lost, and I set it aside, along with those late-night feedings and size 2 diapers.
Fast forward nearly two years, and a little voice from the backseat asked, “Play the river song.” My husband and I exchanged puzzled glances. I thought he must be referring to something else. “You mean ‘Singin’ in the Rain’?” my husband guessed. “No, the river song!” he insisted.
In disbelief, I pulled out my phone and played the song I hadn’t listened to in ages. “Is this the one you meant?” I asked. “Yes!” he exclaimed.
It was an unexpectedly magical moment, reminiscent of the time Colin Firth smiled at me (I swear it happened!). This was one of those inexplicable connections only a mother and child can share. It reminded me that even at two years old, there are moments of clarity and recognition that can surprise us.
Of course, my little guy is still a toddler, and there are times he responds with a casual “yes” when I ask if he wants to play with something like rusty nails. (Rest assured, I don’t actually let him play with rusty nails!) I hope that even if he doesn’t remember our song in the future, he’ll always carry the feelings it evoked deep down inside him. Regardless of the music, I wish for him to always feel the love we shared.
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In summary, the bond between a mother and child is filled with magical moments that can unexpectedly resurface, reinforcing the love that endures through time.