My husband and I had a few errands to run on Saturday, so we loaded up our son and all of his paraphernalia (going places is definitely a big production now!) and hit the road.

These days I usually keep the volume on the radio in the car a lot lower than I used to “pre-Davey.” There were times when I would blare the music and sing at the top of my lungs. Not so these days and here’s the other change I’ve found, my choice in music isn’t the same either.

I always thought that I would be one of those cool mothers that trained her son on what was really great music, not good music, but GREAT music. I would introduce him to all the different genres and he would grow up being extremely diverse in the musical arena. My original plan was to listen to some of my favorites, which usually falls along the lines of Alternative Rock, then mix in a little 70s rock (another of my favorites) before finally taking a ride on the entire musical spectrum. Davey would be well versed in music and perhaps it would encourage him to pick up music as an interest when he got older. Unfortunately, my plan isn’t exactly being followed. Instead of some Paramore and Red Hot Chili Peppers mixed in with old school Rolling Stones and Eric Clapton, we are now listening to various versions of children’s songs, something I never thought I would hear in my car.

But there is a funny side to this change of the best laid plans…it’s that my husband and I are quickly remembering some of our all time favorite songs as children. We’ve also found that songs that we had perhaps completely forgotten about, can quickly be recalled. So, Saturday instead of singing to the latest Top 40 hit on the radio, we popped in my son’s CD (courtesy of his aunt) and proceeded to sing “This Old Man”, “I Wish I Was a Fish”, and “Mockingbird” at the top of our lungs. All of this, while our son slept peacefully in the backseat.

Every aspect of our life has indeed changed and I’m not even slightly embarrassed to say that I actually love this change.