As my kids get older, it’s funny and fascinating and strange to see whose personality traits they pick up. Rebecca, in particular, reminds me an awful lot of myself.
She hasn’t worn a pair of jeans in over a year, claiming they’re too uncomfortable. I went through the same phase as a kid. She’s quite capable and bright in school, but would rather do the same tasks over and over again, and gets anxious with new things because she REALLY hates being not-perfect at something. (ahem.)
To my absolute delight, she seems to share my love for music. We heard the Boston Pops were doing a concert of music from Fantasia, complete with scenes from the movies, so she and I went to her very first concert together. I was excited to point out as many things about the orchestra as I could, and she was excited to hear pieces that were already familiar. It was a total win.
I always have music playing in the car. I don’t understand people who drive in silence. Either I’m flipping between radio stations, or I have something playing through my phone. The kids throw out requests from the back of the van and I accomodate as many as possible, so they’ve gotten to know my playlists pretty well. Rebecca, like me, is usually singing along by the third time she hears a song – it’s like she can’t help it. (Neither can I.)
I was the one who brought up the idea of getting Becca her own iPod. It’s a big deal, so she needed to want it and earn it, but I was excited for her to get one. After six weeks of chore charts, she earned enough stars last week and the little purple iPod Nano is officially hers.
(Daniel, for the record, was offered the same deal and was thoroughly uninterested.)
So now, my little girl can be found at bedtime with her headphones on, in her own little world, occasionally singing bits and pieces of songs of her choosing – an eclectic mix of Disney songs, Glee covers, Taylor Swift, LMFAO, and a few tracks from Pitch Perfect.
Yep, that’s my girl.