A few weeks ago, I
was driving home with Youngest Son and Middle son. We were listening to the radio and the song
Welcome to My House came on the phone.
Youngest got excited and asked me to turn it up.
We were almost home. I suggested that we drive around a little longer and listen to
the whole song. Youngest agreed. We were singing and
waving our arms around. Middle was swaying
back and forth to the music.
I suggested that we buy the song and play it on the way to my house every
time. Youngest thought that was a great
idea.
I remembered something I did when MomC and I first divorced. When I parked in my garage with Youngest (who
was about 2 at the time), I would say "what do we say when we get to Daddy's house?"
Then I'd throw my
hands up in the air and say "Yeah, Daddy's house!" And Youngest would do it along with me. It was adorable. I remember MomC telling me one day that
Youngest was doing it when she brought him to my house as well.
Having a special ritual when the boys got to my house made me happy then. And it makes me happy now.
