On repeat…

After two days of driving, I have arrived at my daughter’s house in semi-rural Saskatchewan. This is me on the 8th repeat of “On top of spaghetti”. In order to learn the words and story of the song, my granddaughter requested to hear it 10 times. After a few repeats I could hear her whisper the occasional word, usually the last of each line.

I realize these are very special moments that I am privileged to have with my granddaughter. Soon enough she will grow up and no longer require or want to listen to me sing on repeat. There will be a day where she is too “mature” to want to wear her ballet tutu, or dance endlessly to Swan Lake or Romeo and Juliet.

For now I can enjoy watching her play with her bow and arrow set while pretending to be Robin Hood, and wake up early in the morning with “on top of spaghetti, all covered with cheese, I lost my poor meatball when somebody sneezed…” running over and over and over in my mind, on endless repeat.