30 May 2006
fictional moments in real life
Yesterday Two and Three were entertaining themselves. They did about a zillion of those clapping/hand movement chanting games--jump rope rhymes with hand choreography, basically. They know a lot of these.
Then they started singing. Peter, Paul, and Mary songs. Camp songs. Then, theme songs from movies (some of these required "la la la" substitutions for portions of the lyrics).
Then, loudest of all, holding hands and spinning around, they sang a song from the Rugrats in Paris movie, which begins, "I want a Mom who'll last forever / I want a Mom who'll make it all better . . . "
I choked up as they sang the song through, thinking of the terrible losses they've endured, of my incredible good fortune in being their forever Mom, of the lives they might have led.
They, however, completely oblivious to my reaction and utterly submerged in their own little world, nonchalantly moved right into "John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt."
It just doesn't get better than that.
Then they started singing. Peter, Paul, and Mary songs. Camp songs. Then, theme songs from movies (some of these required "la la la" substitutions for portions of the lyrics).
Then, loudest of all, holding hands and spinning around, they sang a song from the Rugrats in Paris movie, which begins, "I want a Mom who'll last forever / I want a Mom who'll make it all better . . . "
I choked up as they sang the song through, thinking of the terrible losses they've endured, of my incredible good fortune in being their forever Mom, of the lives they might have led.
They, however, completely oblivious to my reaction and utterly submerged in their own little world, nonchalantly moved right into "John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt."
It just doesn't get better than that.
