Monday, January 13, 2014

His sweet voice

I’m one of those people who likes to use her time wisely sometimes. For instance one night last week, while I was heating up my TV dinner. {It was a rough day and my back was killing me, a regular dinner was out of the question} I got Jay’s lunch for the next day put in Ziploc bags while the TV dinner turned in the microwave with a slight hum. So, while Jay was in the shower and Kage was sleepily laying on the couch, playing a game on his phone, I was promoting my blog posts on my social media sites. Like I said, I try to use my time wisely, especially since I started reading the happiness project, but that’s another post for another day. Back to the point, the house was quiet except for the rush of the water coming out of the shower head and hitting the bathtub floor. I was steadily promoting my posts and then all of a sudden I hear..

His sweet voice via Live.Laugh.L0ve.

“Must be Santa, must be Santa, must be Santa, Santa Claus.”
“Dradle dradle drale, I made it out of clay.”
“We wish you a merry Christmas, we wish you a merry Christmas, we wish you a merry Christmas and a happy new year.”

His sweet voice via Live.Laugh.L0ve.

The voice was a sweet precious one. Jay’s voice carried from the bathroom into the living room and it stopped me in my tracks. My head slowly rose and as I continued to listen, I couldn’t help but smile. It’s the magic of kids. It was nine days past new years and many days past Christmas and he’s happily singing in the shower about Christmas and all of the songs he sang in the Holiday program at school. I was having an extremely rough day, my back was killing me and I could feel the first signs of sickness setting in. Hearing his precious voice flow through the house as cheerful as he could sing it, I listened. I stopped what I was doing and planted that memory into my head.

His sweet voice via Live.Laugh.L0ve.

Because it’s things like that I want to remember when they are little. Memories is one of the huge reasons I even take the time to write a blog. I don’t have the best memory as it is and my blog is a place for me to record those memories I want to hold onto. His sweet voice though, reminded me that kids can teach us so much. My kids are pretty happy kids and I think him randomly singing in the shower is proof of that. I mean, sad people of any age, don’t sing in the shower, but happy people do. Hell, I’ve sang in the shower countless times when I’ve been in an excellent mood.

He simply reminded me, even if the day is hard, to enjoy it. To sing. To make memories.

I just want to take a moment and thank you for all the comments, tweets and emails on this post. I can't thank you enough.

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  1. Aww kids just have a way of stopping you in your tracks & refocusing on what's important to you. I loved the happiness project although haven't changed my ways since reading it, think I'll go back & give it another bash :)

    1. Yes they do Clare and I love that they can stop me in my tracks! It makes the memory even sweeter! I haven't changed too much since reading the happiness project, but I did realize some things that I could change that I have been trying to work on. :)

  2. Cassie, I love this and can totally relate!! I also blog because my memory is terrible and truly force myself to stop and enjoy my son's face, voice, features, the way he plays/eats/laughs etc...I'm constantly taking photos and recording audio clips so that I won't forget. This post is so heartwarming and cute.