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Long before Bobby knew words, he had a language all his own. Oh, he had the facial expressions that other kids develop, even kids like him–kids that had challenges. But he had a language aside from that. It was revealed in the way his whole face would light up, his body–the same one he had a hard time directing–would sway and bounce, his eyes–the same eyes that saw little of the world around him–would sparkle in merriment.
Our boy had music. He delighted to the soft melodies of classic rock-and-roll and adored nursery rhymes, he loved it all. It was a language all its own for him. We could creep into his world and be a part of this special language with him, just by dancing with him, singing the song to him, cuddling with him while swaying to the music.
Bobby still loves music.
His brothers do as well.
Andy likes to create his own songs. In the same way he’s turned artist and writer (and reader!), Andy has become a song critic of estimable opinions such as “that’s kinda annoying” or even, “now that’s a song I can dance to.”
Logan? He brings us to giggles when he careens into the living room as a new show starts on the television. He doesn’t come in to watch the show. Who cares about such things? No, he stops, eye riveted to the screen, body still in devoted worship to whatever song happens to be the opening song. His favorites: the Andy Griffith (he seems to really like the whistling), M.A.S.H. (long a favorite!), and of course Spongebob and all his Nickelodeon friends.
Of course they all love family music time. This spontaneous fun-time activity came about by accident. Many years ago they started gathering around the computer or radio or wherever we might have been listening to a song. They are all drawn to music like moths to a flame. They all even have their own way of dancing to their own beat.
Bobby acts as though he’s studying the music in the air. With short, precise little rocks–back and forth–he slowly builds up to a fever pitch until he just can’t stand it anymore and either spins away, says something very silly, or puts a little more bounce into his rocking. He loves to look at the computer screen if that is where the music is coming from – something else to study!
Andy’s like a spinning top – he’s all over the room and making crazy dance moves, grinning the entire time as he hams it up for whoever turns to watch him. He’s enthusiastic and loves to memorize the lyrics, the pitch, the everything. He is the one who starts us all singing at the oddest of time with his zany need to break the ice, and silence.
And Logan. For all his intensity over music itself he’s very particular in his dancing, has to be coaxed into making the movements often. His brothers are great instigators of this, with all of us bouncing up and down trying, and failing, to imitate his jack-in-the-box type of dance movements. Really, perhaps he’s more like Tigger, with his intensity and focus and enthusiasm for all things. As he gets some momentum going, he just bends his knees into a deeper bend a little at a time, until he’s going at it so hard he looks like he’s ready to pop across the room.
Music is most assuredly a key–one of many–to understanding and delighting in our children. In much the same way they meet dancing as a challenge to be be dealt with, they meet life with a veracity of spirit that continually amaze and sometimes exasperates me. They are my guys–Bobby with his intense but joyful enthusiasm, Andy with his creative and exuberant showmanship, and Logan with his excitability and ferocious determination.
Music is but one of their languages, you see. One of the many ways into their souls.
What connects you with your children? What ‘languages’ do you speak in your family that others sometimes have a hard time understanding, or even seeing?