Memories

With the news that Whitney Houston had died came a flood of memories.  Our children were young when I began listening to Whitney's music.  Her music was fun and upbeat.  Great music for a mother of 3 who is trying to make sure all three children attended each of their extra curricular events.

Amy was a ballerina.  She had to go to classes twice a week and it was too far to drive so I would wait for her at the studio.  Ben was into every sport they allowed him to play and Tina was a gymnast.  The days were so hectic that when I came home from teaching second grade I didn't even get out of the car.  I would honk the horn and one of the chidren would come out with their bag ready to go.  Some days two children came out ready to go and that was a challenge to get both children to their different events at the same time.  Since I spent many hours waiting for children to be finished with their lessons I often sat in the car grading papers and listening to the radio.  Of course Whitney Houston was always on since she was very popular.  Her death brought back memories of her songs and me waiting for children.  Motherhood is all about waiting. 
As I move into this new adventure of my life, I wonder what music will mark this stage?  Since we will be living together, will the music that Amy likes influence the music I listen to?  Possibly but not necessarily.  Amy loves the old style like Dean Martin, Billie Holiday and I am more of the Mary J. style.  Our music choice may be different but Heir Head Manor will be filled with music that will create memories.