Sometimes I think I was always a mom. With the exception of a brief six-month foray into the realm of "I'm not going to have any kids because then I won't be tied down" when I was twenty, after which I panicked and realized that wasn't me, I've always known I wanted kids. Long before I had kids, I would take mental notes of things I wanted to do with my kids, buy little cute things "for when I have kids," and just sort of mentally prepare for those future days.
In 2001, a friend introduced me to The Jayhawks. I listened to Tomorrow the Green Grass from beginning to end, and when I got to song thirteen, "Ten Little Kids," I stopped in my tracks. Before I was halfway through the first listen, I was thinking to myself "when I have kids, I will play them this song--and they will love it." This was at a time when there was nary a kid in sight, four and a half years before I got pregnant with my oldest.
And guess what we did just a few days ago? We spent the day listening to "Ten Little Kids," on repeat, which is Ninna's request for any song she connects with. The first time I played it for her, when it reached the chorus, her eyes widened and she grinned from ear to ear as if she couldn't believe there existed such a song. She danced around for awhile and then retreated into the quiet pillow corner to just listen for half an hour.
I always think this is one of those songs that means different things at different times. Ninna, at three and a half, will think of it differently than she will when she's ten or fifteen. And I now, as a mom of two young girls, see this song differently than I did as an innocent twenty-five year old. And I think I love it now even more than I did then.
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