TWINKLE, TWINKLE, LITTLE STAR!

I do not really need to have a blog. I need to save my English (if there is ANY left). I need to save my ability to tell stories, and FB is not a proper place for that ( I guess there are a few people who already find my stories suffocating... because they are everywhere, every day... in the shape of photographies). And forgive me for that. Forgive me also because the crazy side of my personality does not allow me to write without typing mistakes... and because my English is RUSTY!!! (speaking of which... it is 10 years since I graduated). And forgive me my digressions (I could kill Lawrence Sterne for that).

Now, besides my obsessions with photos and music, I have a new one: my son (1 year, 2 mths). I hope I will have overcome this when my son is a grown-up, Gosh! I realise there is nothing new or really special that he does, but TO ME everything is extraordinary. For instance, today I had a revelation: I am proud to say that the first song he sang was a MOZART!!!! (yeah, but the simple one, about the butterfly, in "The Magic Flute").

He was maybe younger that 6 months old when I first hear him sing with "Mmmm"s the beginning of this song. I was overwhelmed. "What should I expect?" I told myself. "Music had been (I corrected the tense, hurray!) flowing into his body through the amniotic fluid even before he was born, because I kept listening and playing music... and never stopped ever since." When I was changing his Pampers, I kept singing the same song and he would listen to me carefully and stay still. When I put him to sleep (that's another thing I am proud of: I just put him IN the bed, give him the Teddy and the "Suzy", and switch the light off... and he sleeps), I kept singing him the same 2 lullabies (Brahms and Schubert). When eating, playing, having a walk he heard again a looooot of songs... one of the simplest was this song about the butterfly (it's really a sol-sol-mi song in the beginning, namely the first musical pattern a small child learns in the nursery school, the kind of "mel-melc-codobelc" song). It seemed to me that it was the most beautiful song in the world.

Now he can sing two more songs ("In the Nutty Forest" and "The Sledge is Running"). He sings to himself after I switch the light off (a child singing for himself a lullaby?). And he even "plays" the guitar and the "drums" (a wooden spoon and a metallic plate, nothing astonishing, isn't it?) as well. He got a lot of musical gifts: a guitar, 2 pianos and a xilophone. One day I youtubed in order to find small boys playing guitars. I found some 3 year old boys playing something simple (like the beginning of "Samba pa ti" by Santana)... so I think maybe he will be able to do it, too.

One last thing: he was born with a sign on his forehead - and this is believed to be a sign that he will become a star. Dream on, mummy! I only hope he will be the star he wants/likes and I want him to be happy. No matter what he chooses to be, he is and always will be a star to me. Twinkle, twinkle, little star!