Today I had one of those moments, the Einstein moment, where everything became clear as the due date for my rent. It was actually in the early afternoon, and my eight-month old daughter Samantha was bawling her eyes out over the tiny spoonful of glucose I had added to her water.
You see, today I came to the fourth step of healing- well, not really, but after she had thrown up on my face a couple of times right before I was headed out to work, I knew I was in single-fatherhood-crisis.
The fourth step was and always will be acceptance. Yes, I came to accept the fact that my daughter hates sugar. I feel that was not stressed enough- Sam loathes the beady-crystalloid good stuff so much she would rather eat formula, and that’s saying something.
So here I was, with drool and sugar and a bit of vomit all over my face and shirt (to all the moms and dads out there, we all wish there was a 911 for these kinds of emergencies right?) and my baby girl crying her eyes out.
It is quite lucky and sometimes heavily unlucky for my girl to get the nagging gene from her momma (I know, I know. This makes me sound sexist and chauvinistic, but I have months of proof, and a sticky-note to prove it), and not even the sweetest of cuddles or emphasis on my facial expressions that would be questionable, and really embarrassing, if caught on tape, could soothe her.
Naturally, I am a lover of all musical classics, and I began to hum.
She stopped after my second verse.
She looked at me, and smiled.
Ha-ha. Of course not. This can’t end here or you’d have my virtual head on a pike. You definitely want to know the secret to quell the tears and the loud wailing.
Well, lean in.
A little bit more.
[If you’ve got dreams in your heart
Why don’t you share them with me?
And if dreams don’t come true
I’ll make sure that your nightmares
— Lay it down slow by Spiritualized
That little gem made my little daughter look at me so intently I was amazed, and even forgot how sticky the right side of my face was getting from the sugar water. I went all through to the last hymn, and that was when she smiled.
To all the parents out there trying to find some semblance of tranquil with their children, I highly recommend music, and the kind that makes you mellow. Not that stuff you blast when you’re sleepy while driving. Heavens, no.
I am more inclined to the classical art of music that tugs at the heartstrings, music that speaks to your soul and not to your booty like the tracks played nowadays. Spiritualized are at the top of my all-time favorite bands by the way, just in case you were wondering.
Music plays a huge role in my life, well, more on the vocals part. I love singing and I never quite realized how important it could be in my budding relationship with my daughter. Guitar lessons, here I come. Just as soon as I get time to shift Sam, work and school… yeah, maybe air guitar will do for now.
If this sweet lyrical classic isn’t more up to your speed, you can go here to find out how scientists created a song that makes children happy.
Happy kids, happy life. That is my living philosophy today.
Now to find a way to trick her to enjoy porridge…