The girls and I took a little road trip to my friend Maria’s house today. The girls were very content during the car ride, with one small exception. As usual, I passed the time by listening to my beloved Southern Gospel radio station (XM channel 34 for anyone interested!). The girls apparently enjoyed the music just as much as I did, judging by the silence in the backseat. After a while, I decided I needed a change of pace, so I flipped over to another radio station. A politician-who-shall-remain-nameless-for-the-sake-of-extended-family-unity was speaking, and I lingered on the station to listen to his address. About a minute into the speech, I heard Rebecca start to whimper. I figured she would calm herself down, and I simply increased the volume. However, Rebecca similarly increased her volume. I couldn’t hear the speaker over her cries, so I gave up and changed the channel back to the Southern Gospel station. The moment I hit the button, she grew quiet, and remained so for the duration of the trip. I am left to conclude that Rebecca has either inherited her mommy’s love of soothing music or her daddy’s vociferous irritation with certain political platforms. For the sake of family gatherings, I hope it is the former. Music offers much more peaceable table-talk than politics.
Emily, you have to teach your children that the driver chooses the radio station. That rule worked great for me until you and your sister started to drive.
Love,
Mom/Grammie
But even when we did start driving, Mom still didn’t want to listen to some of my music!
What Angie said is true. However….
It is quite difficult to be calm teaching your offspring to drive. That job becomes even MORE difficult if the music playing sounds like fingernails on a chalk board, and you are despertly hanging on to what little sanity you have left by your very last exposed nerve!