Sing to me, Child

This morning, on the way to school, Fun’s “We are Young” came on the radio.  Its chorus makes me want to get up and dance with my arms in the air every time I hear it.  Perhaps my joy was infectious.  Perhaps Tucker has heard this song so often that he recognizes it. He was bopping his head along to the beat with a gigantic smile on his face.  He was singing (sort of).  I was singing (badly).  We pulled into the parking space at school with a few minutes to spare so I cranked up the volume (maintaining a safe child-friendly output of course), took off my seatbelt and turned to face my happy boy.

Together, for the remainder of the song, we were world-famous maestros, conducting our moving performance.  We were swept-up head-bangers, swishing our hair.  We were a harmonious duet singing “na na, na na na na naa naa!”  We were the singers AND the dancers.  Singing with Tucker made me laugh.  It made me cry a little, too.  It sparked wonder and awe and appreciation for the magic of such untainted joy.  We shook the car.  We were young.  And it was perfect.

Note: I was going to post the video of this song here for you so that you could listen to it yourself.  But honestly, I don’t like the video.  The images in it are so far removed from the ones in my head and the way this song makes me feel that I can’t even watch it, much less share it.  So instead, I drew you a picture.  This is how it makes me feel.  How singing in the car this morning with Tucker felt.