I Don't Know
I realized something the other night. I do not know my lullabys and I suck at reading out loud.
Amber informed me on Monday night that I must start singing to the baby. We were in bed, so I shimmied up to her stomach and started to sing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. A couple verses in I drew a complete blank. I finished the song with something like "dum de dum" in the rhythm of the song. Amber happened to have a book on her nightstand that had some songs in it, so we broke it open and picked one. We sang it together, allthewhile I was thinking, "Are these versus new?"
I wasn't about to let The Remix down, so I belted out one of my favorite songs, Sixteen Tons. (I like it so much I have three versions of it in my collection.) It's not exactly an empowering song to say the least, but Johnny Cash did a version, so at least I'm influenciung It's taste in music toward the good stuff.
In this same book happened to be some nursery rhymes. Great, I thought, I'll soothe the beast (the baby not Amber) with a story. I start to read outloud and I swear to the God of Breast Milk I sounded like a 3rd grader with a severe st-sss-st-studder. It got b-b-b-better by the end, but I was shocked and appaled.
I've heard people say that parenting is the hardest thing they've ever done, and I know I'll learn a lot, but these are not the lessons I had in mind. I was expecting the subject matter to be diapers, baby-proofing a house, and eventually the hair "down there" talk. I'm sure I'll be f-f-fine reading to the kid and learn all the important songs, but for now, Johnny Cash and Tennessee Ernie Ford are going to have to do.
Amber informed me on Monday night that I must start singing to the baby. We were in bed, so I shimmied up to her stomach and started to sing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. A couple verses in I drew a complete blank. I finished the song with something like "dum de dum" in the rhythm of the song. Amber happened to have a book on her nightstand that had some songs in it, so we broke it open and picked one. We sang it together, allthewhile I was thinking, "Are these versus new?"
I wasn't about to let The Remix down, so I belted out one of my favorite songs, Sixteen Tons. (I like it so much I have three versions of it in my collection.) It's not exactly an empowering song to say the least, but Johnny Cash did a version, so at least I'm influenciung It's taste in music toward the good stuff.
In this same book happened to be some nursery rhymes. Great, I thought, I'll soothe the beast (the baby not Amber) with a story. I start to read outloud and I swear to the God of Breast Milk I sounded like a 3rd grader with a severe st-sss-st-studder. It got b-b-b-better by the end, but I was shocked and appaled.
I've heard people say that parenting is the hardest thing they've ever done, and I know I'll learn a lot, but these are not the lessons I had in mind. I was expecting the subject matter to be diapers, baby-proofing a house, and eventually the hair "down there" talk. I'm sure I'll be f-f-fine reading to the kid and learn all the important songs, but for now, Johnny Cash and Tennessee Ernie Ford are going to have to do.
posted by Damon at
5:43 PM
1 Comments:
I think when you get used to reading to your little remix that you will get better day by day. One of the funnest things to do with a child is to read to them. I have three books I read over and over to Camden. I think you should pick them up and get them ready for the remix.
-Sometimes I like to Curl up in a Ball by Vickie Churchill
-Counting Kisses by Karen Katz
-The Giving Tree by Shel Silverstein
What an amazing father you are going to be. Congrats on the pending remix.
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