Wednesday, September 16, 2015
Don't worry about a thing
Lately, Max likes to have a dance party in his room before he goes to sleep. It's one part fun, one part bedtime procrastination. We all join in, and he likes to ask if the baby is dancing, too. "Yes!" I tell him.
Dave is the DJ, and Rhapsody is our beat. We play anything Katy Perry, "Sugar" by Maroon 5 (which Max loves), "It's Raining Sunshine" (a longtime fave) and that world-famous song "Fire truck! Fire truck! I want to ride on a fire truck!"
The other night, Max and Dave surprised me. Dave put on Bob Marley's "Three Little Birds" and he and Max sang most of it.
Hearing Max sing "Don't worry about a thing, cause every little thing gonna be alright!" is better than any therapy session I could ever do over latent anxiety about him.
Once again, I will say: Oh, if those doomsaying doctors in the NICU could see him now.
Posted by Ellen Seidman at 6:35 AM