Its literally music to my ears, hearing him sing so unconsciously, so happily. And he isn’t afraid to give himself a little brash confidence boost after the deed is done. You will be sure to hear him congratulate himself, “Lovely singing Harrison!” after the last bar has been sung.
Saturday he treated us to a brand new nursery rhyme; one not ever heard nor practiced at home before! He was playing happily in the next room when the strains of “twinkle, twinkle little star” drifted out to us. He warbled the whole song in its entirety, complete with requisite hand gestures as well! My heart swelled so enormously that I was afraid I might combust with an overload of motherly love and pride!
So it would seem the clairvoyant that I visited before Harrison’s entrance into this world was scarily accurate – she told of my unborn child’s future love of melodies and how music would be a constant importance in his life. Looking back, cradling him as a small bub, soothing him with song was a sure-fire solution to settle him, and as he has grown I’ve often found he can be lulled out of a temperamental fug with a whispering tune.
And of course we can’t forget the fact that our nightly ritual before bedtime of singing him the song Baa Baa Black Sheep is something akin to metaphorical sleeping potion. At the sounds of the first strains of this nursery rhyme you can bet your house he will take position snuggled up in your arms and surrender to sleep.
Music, it appears, will be a large part of my son’s makeup. Its no surprise when you think about his Daddy’s love of all things rock and pop (though some of his preferences over the years have been questionable…. Yes Rick Astley I am referring to you!) And I am quite partial to listening to tunes too (New Kids On The Block probably not one of my finer lyrical phases but what’s a teenage gal to do?). Though, neither of us can truly hold a tune – just come and listen to us playing Wii Sing and you’ll surely see what I mean!
So whether or not we do have ourselves another Billy Joel-esque type in the making, and as his catalogue of tunes expands, Harrison’s singing will continue to be music to this Mummy’s ears.