encouraging openness to various types of music and an emotional foundation conducive to handling multiple languages
single parent day #10. I am tired. the kind of exhaustion you get when you've spent too much time negotiating an emotional minefield. too much time with kids. I crawl into bed and nestle with a book in the familiar pokiness of my bedroom. without the boys' screaming voices and fighting over who's going to go pee first, I can hear all these other lives seeping through the walls. footsteps on the ceiling. the elevator door opening. laughter under my feet. and the same song playing in my head over and over again.
"baby I've seen it all before... baby I've seen it all before... baby I've seen it all before... I ain't gonna be a fool, anymore."
only after a few weeks singing in the car with my boys, it sounds more like this.
"bebe I seen it oh Clifford... bebe I seen it oh Clifford... bebe I seen it oh Clifford... I and be a foo... animal"
I smile. somewhere, Amos Lee weeps and is banging his head against a wall.
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I hope bébé Clifford is happy! :-))
Hold on.
xxoo