So much about Tucker’s future development was unknown when we brought him home from the NICU 2 years ago. The odds for a 24 weeker were not wholly in his favor in that regard. So each milestone kinda feels like Christmas morning. A gift we weren’t sure we would open. One for which we are humbly and fully grateful. There are preemie moms and dads waking up every morning hoping this will be the day their kiddo takes a step. That this will be the day they hear his voice. That this will be the day he eats solid food. These are biggies. Maybe not as big, but still something for which I was hoping for Tucker, was to hear him sing.
I love to sing. True story, I used to swing in the swing set in my backyard singing (loudly. I did most things loudly), Kenny Rogers, The Gambler. I was five and didn’t even know what a deck of cards was, but you come in my backyard, you better know when to hold ’em.
Tucker loves it when you sing to him. If you ask him to sing though, you’ll just get a grin and a blank stare. At times he might string song lines together like a long sentence, but no actual singing or tune. His favorite for Darrin and I to sing, by far is Old McDonald. We sing, pause for him to fill in the animal name “on that farm he had a….” and then try our best to make sounds for things like flamingos, manatees, camels and anteaters. Manatees sound suspiciously like camels if you’re wondering. And settle in, the song goes on until he runs out of animals. “How ’bout humpback whales?”…”How ’bout storks?” Kid watches Animal Atlas like it’s his job.
Just this week though, if you ask him what he wants you to sing, first up has been “Jesus Loves Me.” So, last night we asked him to sing it, expecting a blank stare. Instead we got this: