As we drove down the highway today, E asked if we could play his ipod. I agreed, but wanted to listen to my own for a little while longer. “Little Genie” by Elton John was on, and I am currently on an Elton kick (thank you, American Idol!). After my song ended, B asked if I could play one of his songs, and I agreed. I figured we could play one of B’s, then switch to E’s ipod, which would make both kiddos happy. So we started with B’s song, and suddenly, the adapter quit working. The van was filled with the sound of static and the highway.
“Sorry, buddy,” I told E as I passed back the other boy’s ipod. “It’s not working.”
He sighed, his shoulders falling a little. “But Mom,” he said, “you said we could listen to it.”
“I know,” I told him, glancing back in the rearview mirror. “But I can’t help it if it isn’t working. We’re just going to have put up with the radio.”
The miles rolled by, and I sang along to the radio, the kids quiet in the back as they played their video games, ipods, etc. It was a gorgeous day for driving. Miles and miles of just-budding spring flowers, patchy fields of green and sunshine. The thermometer read 79 degrees outside. I decided to try again to hook up my ipod and this time it connected, Sugarland pouring through the speakers. I paused for a moment, debating. I would so much rather listen to my Elton and Fleetwood Mac and random other songs… but I did say that he could…
“Pass it up here, buddy.” I said. He looked up at me and smiled, quickly sending his ipod up to me.
“Go to playlists,” he instructed. Grrr. I don’t know where his playlists are. I own an outdated old model that doesn’t have the ability to play games, and if it does have a playlist feature, I don’t know how to use it. “Hit there,” he called from the backseat. “Now hit the arrow on the left.” I followed his instructions.
“Now scroll down, and then hit Mom’s Songs.” Mom’s songs?
“What is this, buddy?” I asked. He smiled up happily at me.
“It’s a play list! I made it for you”
I was so honored. He took the time to make a playlist, just for me! I hit play, and smiled at every song. He had Train (love Train), Katy Perry, Pink, Miley Cyrus, Jason Mraz… all of these songs that he thought I would like. Not necessarily what he likes, but what he thought I would like. And the best was “Parents Just Don’t Understand” by DJ Jazzy Jeff and the Fresh Prince. I laughed out loud when this came on.
When trying to think up what he could do for his talent show a week or two ago, I told him to look up DJ Jazzy Jeff and the Fresh Prince’s song, which at one time in my life I knew every single word to. I thought that if he could memorize it, it would be such a fun song for him to perform, and I highly doubted any of his friends knew it. He didn’t really react one way or the other to it except to laugh at the part where Will’s mom tries to put him into some goofy clothes.
But my boy heard me. At some point after that moment of us watching the YouTube video together in our kitchen and him scratching the idea of performing it for the talent show, he went out of his way to go buy it on Itunes, download it, and create a playlist just for me that included it. Such a sweet, thoughtful and caring gesture.
And to think that I could have missed that moment. I could have continued listening to Sugarland… my children were oblivious as to whether I was listening to the radio or my ipod. I could have continued to pretend it wasn’t working. Or worse, I could have just said no in the first place. Had I done that, I never would have even known about the hour’s worth of songs that my son put into a playlist just for me, including songs that he spent his allowance on, just for me.
That is my blessing for the day. I’m so glad I didn’t miss that moment….
Sweet dreams, my friends! Blessings to you tonight.