I'm not a big regrets person. I try not to go there. I think it's a bit useless to dwell on all the ways you could have changed your past. It's much more empowering to focus on ways you can change your future.
Getting too deep? Must be the maternal hormones talking.
Anyhoo, the reason I bring this up is that I do have a tiny regret regarding the birth of our first baby. It's not so much a regret but an "Oops! We totally forgot about that!" moment. Why we did not think to incorporate music into the birth of our baby girl is so very strange. Strange because anyone who knows us knows that music is a big part of our lives. No, a huge part of our lives. Music is a daily pulse that runs through our house, our souls, and yes, our babies. I won't even begin to discuss the lyrics my 3-year-old knows by heart that are older than me. We dig retro.
So here I sit, awaiting the imminent arrival of our second child, our little boy, and I immediately think, "This kid is SO gonna have a life soundtrack." I'm not "missing a beat" ... this time.
The past week or so I have been painstakingly adding and removing and adding again to this playlist. I have to remind myself that it's really more for me than lil' babe. And I'm being 100% selfish with the selections. If I invited my husband to add his preferences I would be grunting my way through a string of jazz fusion diddies lasting at least nine minutes apiece. No thanks.
(Did I forget to mention that our "music pulses" vary greatly across the musical spectrum?)
Bottom line: The pusher gets to be the picker.
I heeded two simple rules when creating my playlist:
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So here I sit, awaiting the imminent arrival of our second child, our little boy, and I immediately think, "This kid is SO gonna have a life soundtrack." I'm not "missing a beat" ... this time.
The past week or so I have been painstakingly adding and removing and adding again to this playlist. I have to remind myself that it's really more for me than lil' babe. And I'm being 100% selfish with the selections. If I invited my husband to add his preferences I would be grunting my way through a string of jazz fusion diddies lasting at least nine minutes apiece. No thanks.
(Did I forget to mention that our "music pulses" vary greatly across the musical spectrum?)
Bottom line: The pusher gets to be the picker.
I heeded two simple rules when creating my playlist:
- I must genuinely love the track and feel something when listening to it.
- Each track should have some sort of relevance to the occasion. For instance, I love Stanglehold by Ted Nugent but something tells me that wouldn't be exactly appropriate for this event. Wait ... on second thought...
The one track that sums it all up and I have deemed as my favorite? Mr. Sam Cooke, Bring It On Home To Me. I think I will forever think of my son when I hear that beautiful, soulful tune.
Smiling.
PS: What was on your delivery playlist(s)? Favorites? Any special songs that remind you of your lil' bean(s)? Please share!!
