I don't think we ever let this part of ourselves go, do we? So here, Mom. Watch me! Look what I can do! I can play a dumb little song on one string of the guitar! I am excited. Tell me what a good girl I am, ok? And don't tell me about the dumb faces I make when I play the dumb little song. (I have a whole new empathy for John Mayer now -- the face making is apparently very necessary.) I love you, Momma.
Monday, January 19, 2009
Watch Me, Mom!
I am a grown woman. But there still lives inside of me that little girl that says, "Watch me, Mom!" Jack says it a lot when he's making stupid faces that he thinks I'll laugh at. Or when he dances a silly little dance. Or when he draws a cool picture.
I don't think we ever let this part of ourselves go, do we? So here, Mom. Watch me! Look what I can do! I can play a dumb little song on one string of the guitar! I am excited. Tell me what a good girl I am, ok? And don't tell me about the dumb faces I make when I play the dumb little song. (I have a whole new empathy for John Mayer now -- the face making is apparently very necessary.) I love you, Momma.
I don't think we ever let this part of ourselves go, do we? So here, Mom. Watch me! Look what I can do! I can play a dumb little song on one string of the guitar! I am excited. Tell me what a good girl I am, ok? And don't tell me about the dumb faces I make when I play the dumb little song. (I have a whole new empathy for John Mayer now -- the face making is apparently very necessary.) I love you, Momma.
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Very impressive!!! Can't wait to hear more!
ReplyDeleteWhat a ROCK STAR! How bout I brush up on my piano playing, and we form a band???? We could open for John! We could call ourselves the, um, the.....Worms with Knives???
ReplyDeleteUh, nevermind.....
Very good, Sweetheart. :-)
ReplyDeleteGood Job!!!
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