I'm Lindsay Ferrier, a Nashville writer with a passion for family travel, exploring Tennessee, and raising kids without losing my mind in the process. This is where I share my discoveries, along with occasional deep thoughts, pop culture tangents and a sprinkling of snark. Want to get in touch? Use the CONTACT form at the top of the page.
May 25, 2011
Now that my son is four, he’s becoming more and more independent with each passing month.
Bruiser spends the bulk of his days completely absorbed in play, whether he’s drawing space men with colored markers, molding Play-Doh into flying machines, playing robot games on the computer, or looking through his dog-eared collection of toy catalogs. As he plays, he talks quietly to himself, giving voices to the characters he has created in his own mind, while I often stand just around the corner, listening to his scenarios and fighting back giggles.
Bruiser, you see, includes something in his imaginary play that his sister did not:
A soundtrack.
He’s always hummed soundless tunes as he’s played– but I noticed recently that the tune has now become a theme… a recurring theme. Judging by the gusto with which he sings it, in his little mind the music clearly invokes passion and toughness, engine-revving, motor oil and sweat. Bruiser is growing up in an era of video and computer games, HD movies on a 47-inch screen and 3D films at the theater. It only makes sense, I guess, that the pretend scenarios he creates for his stuffed animals and Tonka Trucks also have a soundtrack– one he’s created. THERE WILL BE NO COPYRIGHT ISSUES FOR MY BOY.
Despite the honored position it holds in his playtimes now, I knew the tune would be forgotten after a few more months– and I couldn’t let that happen. So I taped it. I had him sing it for me.
And yes, I did what I can never seem to resist doing when interacting with my son. I teased him just a little bit.
Here you go.
BRUISER’S THEME:
That’s all…
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