Mylo is 8 months old today. We celebrated by dancing around the living room to his favorite song: Rolling in the Deep, by Adele. Alright, I don't know if it's his favorite song for sure, but I can say unequivocally that he really likes to dance to it. Especially that part in the middle where the drums kick in and the bass starts jamming. He goes wild during that part.
Having a child is an excellent excuse to throw off the shackles of humility, make silly noises, and jump around like an utter buffoon. I take full advantage of these opportunities and, truth be told, it feels good. Really good. Of course, I'm an excellent dancer (or at least my wife, Reedu, tells me so), but, just the same, I don't get too many opportunities to really cut loose these days. Unfortunately, the older I get, the more serious life has become. There's debt and sickness, insurance and careers, death and anxiety, and... sometimes I just need to dance. Because if I didn't hop around like an imbecile and make childish noises, if I didn't have that release, I think I'd probably go nuts. Interesting paradox: at the moment when I probably appear the most insane, I actually feel the most grounded.
Happy 8 months Mylo! I love you with all of my heart and I'm so impressed with all of the growing you've done in your short time here. Good work. I have a great idea: lets do some dancing tomorrow!
I love to picture you guys bopping around the living room together, and of course I love watching you dance with your son.
ReplyDeleteI beg to differ: I know that "A Paris sur mon Petit Cheval Gris" is Mylo's favorite song. And how do I know it? because when he goo-gooes after I have sung to him and looks at me with his beautiful smile, he is saying that he wants me to sing some more. Which I do of course because I am his grandmother and as such, I would sing to him until I have no breath left if he asked me too.
ReplyDeleteAnyway, happy belated 8 month birthday Mylo!