So for all my readers out there that do not know, I am a Broadway freak, its what a listen to, its my hobby, and my first thing I remember falling in love with. My mom and family introduced me to showtunes when I was very young and from there its was a bond. When I found out I was having a girl, My first thought after the headbands and bows was " I can not wait to bring her to time square and introduce her to the great white way" to see my daughters eye light up at the marques of the Broadway theaters, to see her face when the curtain rises and the overture begins, to rush with her back to our seat from the bathroom during intermission, to sneak candy in from the corner store so we didn't have to pay the crazy prices for the candy during the show, everything I did with my mom and aunt for so many years ( and up till about a month before Samantha made her big debut)
I heard it my whole life, well maybe she won't like it, she will not be you, don't force your ways and likes on her.....
Since Samantha was a newborn I would have music playing, all types, pop, classic rock, show tunes, pretty much anything on my ipod. The only music she seems to care about was show tunes. As she got older she started to show more interest. Every night I sing " Castle on a Cloud" from Les Miserables and " The Music of the Night" from Phantom to her, its our quiet time. How do you ask I get her to quiet down...I put on Chicago and watch her shake her booty to " all that jazz" and " hot honey rag", Doesn't matter what what show I put on she listens, or dances depending on the song! ....You just cant fight genetics on that one. She is my little Broadway baby!
From the moment my Samantha Grace came into my life and the words from my all time favorite show "Les Miserables"...." To love another person is to see the face of God" touched me in a way I thought never possible, Seeing her after carrying her for almost 10 months was like seeing the face of God, the love I felt for her was so overwhelming it was like God had came down into that room and stood before me with this gift, my beautiful baby girl.
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