Michael Jackson passed away yesterday. I cried driving home from work as all the radio stations played his songs. When I got in the door, I told my mom that Michael Jackson died. Kaia asked me who Michael Jackson was. I told her that he was a great musician. How else can you explain to the younger generation who this legend is?
Today, I was watching The Jackson 5 sing "I'll Be There" on youtube. My daughter ran over and excitedly exclaimed, "I know that song!" It's one of the songs on her Wii Music games. After watching The Jackson 5 sing it, I found a clip of the grown Jacksons singing it on their Victory tour, and told her that that man singing is that boy grown up. (I also had to show her Jermaine because she was asking about him, too). I then showed her the "Beat It" video and she smiled and remembered it from Guitar Hero.
My five year old already knew The King of Pop's music.
Friday, June 26, 2009
Monday, June 22, 2009
It's One A.M.
Well, more like 1:12 according to the computer clock. And I can't sleep.
My five year old daughter told me that she doesn't need a story before bed. Nor does she need me to cuddle with her while she falls asleep. She's five now, she said. I am devastated.
This is a girl to whom I've read a story to every single night since she was a baby. This is a girl who has always slept in my room up until a couple of weeks ago, whether it be in her crib, or my bed, or her bed in my room. This is my baby whom I've held while she fell asleep. This is a girl who asked me just the other week to cuddle with her for a few minutes before bed.
And now she fell asleep all by herself. In her own bed. In her own room across the hall. I waited up for her, with my light and tv on, should she get scared and change her mind and tell me she needs a story and me to lay with her in order to fall asleep. But she never came. Instead, I stood in front of her door about 10 minutes ago, listening to her snore.
I am heartbroken.
My five year old daughter told me that she doesn't need a story before bed. Nor does she need me to cuddle with her while she falls asleep. She's five now, she said. I am devastated.
This is a girl to whom I've read a story to every single night since she was a baby. This is a girl who has always slept in my room up until a couple of weeks ago, whether it be in her crib, or my bed, or her bed in my room. This is my baby whom I've held while she fell asleep. This is a girl who asked me just the other week to cuddle with her for a few minutes before bed.
And now she fell asleep all by herself. In her own bed. In her own room across the hall. I waited up for her, with my light and tv on, should she get scared and change her mind and tell me she needs a story and me to lay with her in order to fall asleep. But she never came. Instead, I stood in front of her door about 10 minutes ago, listening to her snore.
I am heartbroken.
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