My son and I have a melody that transcends time, a tune that links us to a beautiful chapter in our shared journey. I played this song for him while he was still nestled in my womb, and while I thought it was a memory just for me, I was in for a delightful surprise.
As an anxious first-time mom, I consumed every pregnancy book I could find. Truth be told, I managed to read only a fraction of them—between napping for most of the day and frequent bathroom trips. One book suggested that playing calming music to your unborn child could create a soothing effect after birth. That’s when “Washing of the Water” by Peter Gabriel became our special song. I experimented with other tracks, but none matched the emotional resonance of this one, with its lyrical beauty and haunting sound.
Whenever I played our song, the little life inside me would quiet down, pausing his acrobatics to listen intently. As he grew, I would hold my phone low, letting the music drift down to him. Sure, it meant he often rested on my bladder, but that moment of connection was worth every trip to the restroom.
This song felt like our first real conversation—a physical bond was already there, but this melody deepened our emotional ties. Together, we would listen in silence, creating a precious world of our own.
After my son, Lucas, was born, I tried playing “Washing of the Water” again, but it didn’t evoke the same magic. At four months old, when I hit play, tears filled my eyes. Holding him in my arms reminded me of the little baby I had carried inside, and I longed for that intimate connection we shared during my pregnancy. Consequently, I put the song away, along with the memories of late-night feedings and tiny diapers. I thought I had left it behind, but Lucas had other ideas.
One day, as we drove, a small voice piped up from the backseat, “Play the river song.” My husband and I exchanged puzzled looks. Was he referring to some other tune related to water?
“You mean ‘Singin’ in the Rain’?” my husband suggested.
“No, the river song!” Lucas insisted.
Stunned, I pulled out my phone and played the melody I hadn’t listened to in nearly two years. “Is this the one you mean?” I asked.
“Yes!” he exclaimed.
This unexpected moment was akin to when I once thought Colin Firth smiled at me—pure magic. It reaffirmed the special bond between us, a connection that defies explanation.
Of course, being two years old means Lucas sometimes says “yes” to the idea of playing with unsafe items, but I like to think that even if he doesn’t remember the song explicitly, he can still feel the love it represented.
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In summary, the unexpected recognition of a song connecting my son and me highlighted the profound bond we share. It reminds me that love transcends time, and while the music might fade, the feelings it evokes will always linger.