We all have them...... favorite sounds.
Mine include my husband's incredibly sexy voice in my ear each morning saying, "Good Morning Honey" (he is the ONLY person who has permission to call me that name) Did I ever mention that he used to do late night radio disk jockey for the jazz station?
Near the top of the list is the sound of my children's laughter - unbuckled and unbridled.
I love the sound of my husband's music, especially his lullaby that he wrote for Big Brother (formerly known as J)
"I love you mommy" rates right there with these other things. Not sure there's much of anything that beats, "I love you".
At the other end of the spectrum is my alternate favorite sound.....silence. It can hold just as much value as these others, depending on the day and my hormonal/physical state of mind. Those who hold the title of parent can appreciate that favoritism. No sound, no one asking, talking, speaking, explaining, commanding......just silence and nothing moving but the air going in and out of my lungs.
Lately, the favorite sound of my children is the music of the ice cream truck as the driver announces her presence in our subdivision. We can't quite pick out the tune - but we hear it in our mind other parts of the day and I've caught Big Brother singing it while he swings sometimes. We hear those notes bellowing from the loud speaker on top of the refurbished mail truck turned ice cream truck. It's usually between 2 and 3:30 pm and Big Brother has learned to pick it up from literally miles away. If he has a good morning and is a good listener....then he can spend his allowance on an ice cream sandwich for $1. This has been a phenomenal motivating factor for him.
Today, I watched as my two youngest children ran and toddled out to the edge of the yard, waited patiently for the truck to come around to our driveway and then ordered (and paid for) their own ice cream while I stood 10 feet back.
They are growing up so fast. It's as if their life is flashing in front of me in fast forward. Little Sister (formerly known as Baby/Toddler K) is no exception - she seems to be the only one who isn't aware that she is only 20 months and younger than her big brother. Don't assume she can't do it - whatever *it* is....because you'd most often be wrong. She pushes right on past Big Brother without a care or concern.
In 2 weeks, I'll be celebrating my 40Th birthday. My favorite sound that day will be "Happy Birthday". My family is planning some kind of party and celebration and I'm to turn in a guest list to my hubby before tomorrow night. Party sounds are my children's favorite too. Big Brother wants to know why we can't have a pinata at my party. "Are you having blow toys?" he asked earlier last week when he and his daddy went to Party*City for supplies. Hubby said to me that when you turn 40, you're just lucky to be able to blow. I just laughed at all the ways that his statement could be taken. I guess that could be a favorite sound for some people :)
I now know what it must have been like for my parents to watch me grow older and what emotions they must have felt as the days and sounds of my childhood became replaced with adolescence and then adulthood. I don't even remember what my favorite sounds were as a child. Isn't that unfortunate?
Much of this nostalgia comes from the fact that I'm in the late stages of weaning Little Sister...she will most likely be totally weaned by the end of this month when I attend our national convention in Dallas the 27Th-30Th. The process is mutual between her and me...but I admit to an emotional closure that I can't quite articulate. I shall never pass this way again. Won't ever be weaning a 20 month old. Our relationship will forever be changed....and while I know what's coming will be just as sweet and gentle and loving as what we have now...it will never be the same.
I won't ever be turning 40 again. Which I guess is a blessing in and of itself.
I know next comes other things that growing older brings...... I can tell you one thing though; I'm not ever sure that my favorite sounds will include, "Bye bye momma....see you after school." for it will surely mean that my house will be empty of the daily childhood laughter and doors slamming and request for juice and snacks......and that my children are no longer babies and don't need me like they did before.
For heaven's sake - they can buy their own ice cream now from the ice cream lady.