So Ivan has discovered LimeWire. He has gotten some songs you could say. Noah has been loving it. He has a very open mind when it comes to music as I'm sure all kids do. Ivan made a CD of songs we knew when we were growing up; Sting (Roxanne for one) and Tears for Fears and the like. Noah belts them out. He really likes the song "Shout" (shout shout let it all out, these are the things I could do without come on). He makes me play it over and over. Whatever, I can take it or leave it. Sure they bring me back to when I was in HIGH SCHOOL but whatever, I'm not as jazzed about it as they are.
So Noah says to me, Mom, you're lucky you had these songs back in the 1890's. At first I let it go by because I was only half paying attention. Then suddenly, I absorbed what he said and I laughed. Man do I feel old. 1890's huh? ouch. Then we ran into the old Director he had at Riverside and she just could not get over how he had changed and grown. She just kept staring at him and then she said it, "I feel so old" and I was thinking the same thing simultaneously. Crazy.
Sometimes you just want to grab the clock and make it stop. Grab time and make it stop. Just for a minute. Just for an hour. Maybe a day--ain't gonna happen is it? Man, gotta love those songs from the 1890's. :)
--J
You cook, you clean, you go to work, you nourish, you love, you scold, you are professional and yet you hang your hat on every dust particle in your home. You are a woman. Some women are Moms and some are not. You are still a woman. We are all made similarly. We are strong.
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