Music lessons; take three
When my foster daughter first came to stay with me, we fell into a habit of listening to the radio on the drives to and from town, about 30 miles away. We both liked country, so it worked for us. Then in the evenings I would put some jazz or a bit of Christy Moore or Mary Black on the Bose. The kid didn’t care for the jazz but seemed to like the Irish tunes so that became our pattern.
So when I started thinking about what to get her for her birthday in July, it was an easy decision: An iPod filled with her new favourite tunes.
I gave her the gift a couple of days ago because she is leaving for her new home on the east coast tomorrow morning and I won’t get to see her on her birthday. And it would be fair to say that she loved the gift—especially the engraving on the back that says “[Name] is 100% awesome.”
It’s really going to be hard to say goodbye tomorrow, but I hope that she’ll think of me with happy thoughts when she hears the music she was introduced to during our time together. I know that I will never think of The Paperboys without thinking of the kid, that’s for sure!