I'm gonna sing as loud as I want.
I'm gonna go until I'm done.
I'm gonna a make a huge explosion.
Oh can't you see
I'm just being me
I'm gonna make a huge explosion.
Eliana is at the keyboard and making up songs. I am only half-listening as I focus on my own tasks at hand. And then I am not. My focus is broken as my mind replays the words my little girl just sang.
Sometimes she makes me stop in my tracks and thing, "Wow, I made that." And others, like right now, she makes me think how much of her future self she's already becoming.
Sure, I made that. I can guide that, too. I can even ground that when she gets sassy and talks back because I tell her everyday that how she says what she says matters more than the actual words because without respect, for herself and others, she has nothing. But that's where it ends. This is where she begins.
I made that. She's obviously got it from here.
So I step back, sigh as I force myself to let go just the tiniest bit, and listen to her sing.