Recently, someone gave me a stack of CD’s for the baby. They told me, “These will make car rides bearable.” The CD’s were full of children’s music, and as I flipped through them, I stared at their covers festooned with bright colors and smiling cartoon characters. These CD’s appeared to be anything but bearable. When I finally got around to listening to them, I tried to do it with an open mind. Everything about it – the music, the singing – was jammed-packed with forced merriment. Linda was nearby. “Nope. That’s awful,” she said. Where is Thumbkin?, I believe it was. I had to admit I agreed with her, and I felt guilty about that. Right now, I can’t picture myself listening to this stuff, even as a panacea for car ride troubles. This music is like nails on a chalkboard, but shouldn’t I listen to it if my kid likes it? Music is a big deal to me – even to drive down the street, I plug in my iPod and select a certain song. I even have a line in my monthly budget for music. Will the presence of a child change that? Will I start watching kids’ shows and movies and listening to kids’ music because that’s what my kid likes? It reminds me of when the last Indiana Jones movie came out - the new one - and I told my brother how dreadful and disappointing I found it. He had just taken his seven-year-old son to see it, and he told me, “I loved it.” When I asked him why, he said he didn’t love it because it was a great movie. He loved it because his son did. That makes sense to me. I don’t have to like it, but it makes sense. Should I start learning the words to Where is Thumbkin?
24 days until baby.