My latest lyrical chalkboard came to me as a suggestion on Facebook. I immediately wanted to do it, not only because I like the requester, but also because this particular song has a special place in my heart.
When I was pregnant with my oldest son, I read an article about how babies can hear sounds and voices outside the womb. So every day for the last couple of months of my pregnancy, I put headphones on either side of my giant basketball-sized belly and played The Temptations singing "My Girl." I wanted to see if my baby would recognize the song once he was born.
Honestly, I don't know why I picked that song. It might be that it was conveniently on the cassette tape that was conveniently in my stereo when I dreamed up this grand experiment.
(Side note: Remember cassette tapes?)
Anyway, I have fond memories of playing that song for Dillon before he was born. Sometimes Chad would lean down, put his mouth close to my belly and introduce the Temptations as if he were the MC, and they were appearing on stage.
Sometimes he would sing, and I'd tell him to stop because, for science, the music had to be same every time. (I clearly should have been a scientist.)
After Dillon was born, almost as soon as we got him home, I excitedly played the song. I laid him down, hit PLAY, and watched him. I don't know what I expected. Maybe a smile. (I didn't know then how long it takes for babies to start smiling.) Maybe I thought he'd kick his legs, or wave his arms, or gurgle in appreciation. Or maybe he'd hold perfectly still, transfixed by the sound of this oh-so-familiar song.
I watched, and waited, and held my breath in anticipation.
And Dillon? He showed absolutely no recognition of the song whatsoever. Whatever I expected, he did none of it, which, of course, I know now is exactly how kids work.