Music to my ears

Posted on 14. Dec, 2006 by LynneMarie Mack in Your Home

Eddie is growing up right before my eyes. I call him baby a lot and he always reminds me that he is a big boy. It seems like yesterday when his head fit in the palm of my hand and I carried him around the house like a football. And now that Christmas is upon us, I believe he knows that I am Santa Claus but when I tell him that Santa is watching him, he acts like he is surprised but only to appease me. Because we all know that the whole Santa thing is our fun, not theirs. The kids just want some presents and they don’t really care where they come from.

My friends asked me how did it feel when I finally had a baby. And I told them when he cries it is music to my ears and it was. When he cries now, it isn’t music that I hear so much anymore. I hear his aches and pains or frustration and I comfort him. I’m a tell you, the time I enjoy the most is writing about Eddie. I dreamed of Eddie two years before he was conceived. He was riding a bike and talking. Just like he does now, talk, talk, talk. He told me that he was going to be a writer just like me. He had an atitude of maturity the same way he has now, with his three year old self.

I can’t help but fear for him in this crazy world of war,capitalism and violence. Look at our schools. Just this week at a High School in Springfield just outside of Philadelphia a student killed himself inside of the school halls ways. How tragic that this young man was filled with so much pain that he couldn’t go to anyone for support. Our children are so precious and need encouragement.

I am trying to let my son know that I love him and will always be there for him no matter what. I want him to come to me with all his problems and we will work them out together. I have found songs by Corine Bailey Rae to be very soothing to my soul. I listened to a song called “Like a Star” it is a love song, but I insert my love for Eddie in there and the song just means so much more to me. Check out her CD, she is very smooth.

If my friends were to ask me now, how do I enjoy motherhood I will tell them. My son is a talker, and a very good one. When I listen to his voice and opinions I know that I’m listening to a beautiful song that existed long before I knew that he was coming to me. He was always there, right there in the music.