My youngest son loves to borrow his older brother’s iPod, sneak off to a cozy place and get lost in the music. Any kind of music. Well, not quite. We’ve been rather particular about which artists make it onto the kids’ iPod, but we’ve also done our best to mix it up with plenty of different artists and genres. So any kind of music refers to the cute and eclectic collection my husband, the iPod master, has downloaded.
Reminds me of when I was a kid, listening to the those little 45s — 45 RPM records, for those of you who need an explanation. (Okay, I know I’m dating myself here!) Remember as kids we’d save our pennies and dimes until we had enough change to buy one of the Top 40 hits? We’d listen to them, to the exclusion of everything else, over and over again. Some of my favorites were Rubberband Man by the Spinners; Everybody’s Doing the Locomotion by Grand Funk Railroad, and of course, anything by Jim Croce.
My little guy’s interests appear to far outreach my quirky collage of favorites. The other night my husband went to kiss him goodnight, only to find him secluded in his cave (the lower bunk bed), iPod in place, listening to Burning Down the House while reading Dr. Suess. I can only shake my head, and smile.
It’s funny how music can be so captivating, especially for the youth. I’m sure there are plenty of social and pyschological implications, but I’m not talking about that. I just find it intriguing how music has such power to contain us, entertain us, even when we’re only six years old.
