When Jory was but a tot we were at a Mexican restaurant waiting for my burrito and I picked him up and sang, "You can do it, put you back in to it/You can do it put your back into it." At first nothing registered, then it clicked. I was singing Ice Cube to my son. I was singing an Ice Cube son to my baby. Crazy!
I like to sing. I like to throw out song lyrics in the middle of conversations. My musical taste are all over. I was a top 40, CCM, love songs on the KOST type girl. Shane was a hip hop guy, he introduced me to the Death Row family beyond Dr. Dre, Snoop, and Tupac. I fell in love with some Broadway musicals and now I'm into country. It makes me wonder what my babies will be singing to their babies.
"Rise and shine and give God the glory, glory!" the baby sang to wake up her brother and sister. "Wake up, wake up, it's the first of the morn!" she continued singing.
I froze. Did my baby just go from singing "Rise and Shine" to singing Bones-Thugs-n-Harmony? Yep, she did. She sang it just like her mommy sings it on certain mornings.
Maybe I should play exclusively DC Talk so I know my grandkids will hear good things. Though hearing Rowan singing along to Jesus Christ Superstar was kinda cute.
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