Don’t Touch My iPod

My iPod was a gift from my husband and the one thing that I don’t like to share with anyone. As a mom there are very few things that actually belong to you. You have to share your time, your bed, your attention, and even your dessert most of the time. The one thing that I get crazy about is my iPod. It’s my link to the past me. To the cool person who loved 80’s punk rock and danced at clubs way before Brittany Spears was even born.
The other day I found my 2-year-old with my iPod pressing the buttons and turning the wheel as if it was some small Fisher Price toy that lay strewn about her bedroom. “I listen to music mommy” is what she told me. The cuteness was overwhelming so I stifled the urge to grab it out of her hands and yell “mine, mine, mine.” I listen to my music when I’m cleaning, when the kids are on an outing with their dad, when I workout, sometimes when I can’t fall asleep. I need my music to remind me sometimes that I am more than a mommy who doesn’t get to shower every day and who is now forced to listen to Miley Cyrus way more than I want to.
Music connects me to the past but also makes me feel more present. I can listen to a really good song and feel as alive as I did when I was 16. It makes me realize that there is so much more than just being a mom and lifts my spirits enough to make it through the day. Now, if I could just figure out how to not share my dessert…