His most requested songs in the car were: Citizen Soldier (Three Doors Down); Battle Cry (Pillar); Stronger (Kanye West) and I Run For Life (Melissa Ethredge). What can I say? He had eclectic tastes. He also liked Hey There Delilah (the Plain White Ts) and though he would never admit it, I think he very much enjoyed my Broadway soundtracks. Or maybe I will just tell myself that he liked it since I subjected him to it ... over and over again.
He also was a dancer and would bop around the house. So funny to see him. His signature dance move was what I can only describe as a booty shake. It was awesome. I tried to get Michael involved in clogging with me. Turns out he just went for the pretzels. But would watch me clog. While he ate. Stinker.
We used to hold Friday night dance parties - where we would turn on the tunes and dance. Even our dog, Nellie, joined in. Though she is not very good at the hip hop. Of course, neither were we, so it all balanced out.
When it was bedtime, I usually sang songs to him. Even as he got older, he wanted me to sing to him. I am not a great singer, but to Michael, I had the voice of Kristin Chenoweth. I'm certain of it. I sang him You are my Sunshine. And I adapted the words from I love you Conrad (from Bye Bye Birdie) to I love you Michael. I also sang Twinkle Star. And Fifty Nifty United States - mostly just the alphabetized listing of states. I would sing it as fast as I could. And he always asked for me to do it again.
I wonder what he would have done with his love of music. Would he have picked up a guitar at some point? He enjoyed making up his own songs and singing them in the shower. Would he have written music? Would he have joined chorus in high school? Would he have sang the songs that he so loved to his kids as he tucked them in?
What could have been? A hard thought.