What was it? you ask. A cute scarf? New shoes? Fall decor? Overpriced hair products?
No. Sadly, friends, no.
I bypassed the clothing, veered away from the shoes, turned my chin up to the home decor and stopped in the electronics section. I took a deep breath, pursed my lips, and stood in front of a section I maybe vowed to never see:
Memories. Oh, the memories. Memories of my Mom secretly grimacing as my brother and I excitedly begged her to play "our" music in the car. Memories of singing those songs at the top of our lungs, trying to keep up with the kids' voices on the tape. Now, as a parent, I realize that Wow. Mom was a trooper.
I cocked my head to the side, silently scanning my options. Finally, after a few moments of consideration, my arm convinced my hand to reach out and grab this:
A hippo with a camera! A horse with a suitcase! A flamingo with a compass! Let's get on the road, folks!
You see, Cub loves music. LOVES music. Loves songs. Loves for me to sing to him. Old MacDonald cracks him up. Oh, Mr. Moon keeps diaper changes full of giggles. And that one french lullaby is still a guarantee to get him to sleep. Everything from cheesy little made-up songs to old school hymns are amongst his favorite. So, I figured I'd change things up a bit in the car and have something specifically for him. I actually don't mind it (yet). It's fun to remember songs like I've Been Workin' On the Railroad and Camptown Races. The first CD of many, I'm sure. And the grin I see reflecting in his mirror stands as my assurance that this was a wise purchase, despite the fact that kids' music can be, well, very, very, VERY annoying. That little grin is worth it.
So, move over Ben Harper and the Blind Boys of Alabama. There's a new band in town.
And by the looks of it, they take their job quite seriously. :)