In recent weeks, I have had the privilege of watching as my daughter’s obsession with music has soared to new heights.
She sings along to the radio.
She writes her own songs
(“Sunglasses. I want sunglassES on right NOW. Doggie wears sunglassES TOO. Mommy, sunglassES! Wear sunglassES to Zeydie’s offICE!”)
She plays notes on the piano in time
and turns everything into a drum
and asks for dance parties incessantly.
And I cannot express how happy this makes me.
But, I can’t say I’m surprised.
For as I spent this past Saturday night with my original Fab Four (Mom, Dad, Sis, Moi)
at the Beach Boys Concert
I realized, once again, that she has come by this trait honestly.
Because we (the four of us) lost ourselves in that show.
Like that old saying advises, we truly did dance like no one was watching.
When the Boys did their surfing set, I tapped my foot and patted my thigh, (like the good former drummer I am!)
as my sister swayed rhythmically to the melody.
The four of us belted the words to “Don’t Worry Baby” at the top of our lungs
and swayed, arm in arm, to “Good Vibrations”.
We each put in our right hand, clasped them all together, and waved them back and forth, as one unit, to the cover of “Why Do Fools Fall in Love”.
Fools in love, we were.
And we did The Swim. A lot of it.
We each found our own home in the music
and then joined together
in (what I can only describe as, so pardon the cliche,)
harmony.
It was the best concert ever.
So, the next morning, as we danced to “Wouldn’t it be Nice” in our pajamas,
fighting over who would get the chance to hold the baby as she bopped and swayed and spun around,
I realized that music isn’t just in her
it is in all of us. It’s another member of our family.
Good Vibrations, indeed.