5 Lessons I Re-Learned About Parenting While Filming a Video

I made a mini-rap video for a sweet group of friends, recently. I needed tech support. And a back-up dancer. I recruited Sweetgirl for the dancing and Sweetboy as my videographer. Seemed legit.

And, it worked well enough.

Until I messed up.

By the seventh “take”, however, my filter started to slip.

Then, I remembered that I was in front of little ears. I was reminded that even the tamest of DADGUMMIT’s could be imitated in all the wrong ways.

When the “filming” wrapped up (after Take 14, by the way), I had re-learned a few precious parenting lessons.

1. Whatever dance moves you are attempting, whether poorly or worse-than-poorly, the six-year-old will emulate.  This is not the time to attempt those fly moves (do people say that anymore?) from J. Lo’s latest music video. And for goodness’ sake, it’s not all about that base!

2. Your reaction to a flub up will be on video. The person filming you will be watching intently as he films you. Therefore, he may start stomping around and screaming “DARNIT DARNIT DARNIT” the next time he makes a mistake. You will think he looks ridiculous, and start to tell him so. Until you remember where he got it.

3. The backup dancer is closest to the under-the-breath mutterings. She will hear them. She will ask questions. Questions you didn’t intend to have to answer for your six-year-old.

4. Making up your own words to a song like, say… Sir Mix-A-Lot’s “Baby Got Back” is all fun and games. Until one child, or both, asks if they can see “the real song” on The YouTube. That’s a whole lot of behinds. And bad hair. And explaining. They get enough of All The Real with media pushing pictures of champagne corks popping and backsides. You will regret choosing that song. You may also end frantically looking up pictures of puppies, instead, with promises to talk to daddy about getting one. To divert their attention, of course. Possibly.

And…

5. Your videographer and back-up dancer will have enjoyed the experience so much, that they will ask you to show them other rap songs that they can change the words to and make videos of themselves singing. You will realize the scarcity of appropriate songs. You will rue the day.

Oh, yes indeedy.

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*A note to The Nana, Ahab, Gammy and Grampy – I did not let them actually see the “real” video. They were far more interested in the adorable French Bulldog puppy video that I was able to switch over to, oh-so-quickly. If we end up with one, I blame myself.

*Also, a note to Sweetman – we may end up with a French Bulldog. I’m sorry.

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Beyond the Twenty-First Time

Six years ago, I was bopping along in my car, oblivious to the need around me. A new song debuted on the radio station I was tuned to. As I listened, I had to put my turn indicator on and pull my car over.

To get my weeping on.

Monk & Neagle’s song, The Twenty-First Time was that powerful, for me. It overtook every excuse I had ever given for not recognizing Need. Grace took that opportunity to reach in, grab a hold of my heart, and gave it a much-needed shake.

I hope you can overlook some of the heavy-handed images that were chosen for this video. I am praying that Grace will reach in and touch your heart, in any way, for the good of the deeper message within the lyrics. And I deeply hope that we will all be willing to keep looking way beyond the twenty-first time.

William Shakespeare famously said that “When words fail, music speaks.”

May it be true here, today.

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This post is day 21 in the Write 31 Days challenge.

We’ve Got High Hopes

Oh yes, yes we do!  And those hopes started soaring around the end of July. In an effort to encourage some independent reading on the part of our reluctant reader (Sweetboy), Sweetman downloaded an adapted version of “The Swiss Family Robinson” onto the iPad.   We took a small gamble that the ultimate family adventure story would be up Sweetboy’s alley, since he doesn’t enjoy reading much of anything.  Other than maps. Oh, how he loves his maps.  He also has a little love affair with the iPad, so there was that in our corner, too. Y’all?  It. Is. Awesome.  We had forgotten how engrossing that story is!

 

Sweetboy also adores snuggling in with me or Sweetman to read at night.  For that, we are so thankful.   And on that, we decided to capitalize.  When father and son got to the part that referenced the rubber tree plant, Sweetman started singing the song. These are the moments that Sweetboy’s Autism bares itself clothed only in hilarity.  He quite simply informed him that, “Now is not the time for singing. It’s the time for reading, Daddy.”  Alrighty then.

 

When Sweetman came downstairs and relayed the story to me, I didn’t know what in the blue blazes the “Rubber Tree Plant Song” was, that he was referring to.  So, I did what any Reference Librarian worth their salt would surely suggest: I asked the YouTube.  And here’s what I heard:

 

And I instantly remembered hearing the song from somewhere in my memory.  Where or under what circumstances? Who in tarnation knows. My brain is fuzzy enough just trying to recall what I told Sweetman we’d have for dinner tonight!  But, it reminded me that next week begins a new year of school.  A new year of opportunities for growth.  A new year of possibilities! And, as Sweetboy prepares to enter the Third Grade next week, that, my Sweetfriends?  That gives me high hopes indeed!

So, what gives ya’ll high hopes?  Do tell!