Thursday, July 14, 2011

Ten posts for ten years: Day one

And just like that, he's ten.

Ten.

An entire decade under his belt.

TEN!

I've been sitting here for over an hour trying to write a suitably profound post; one that will convey the precise mix of emotions I'm feeling; one that will eloquently describe the beautiful chaos of being a mother, of being his mother.

But so far all I've got is this: TEN!

And that simply will not cut it. I'm not sure anything I'm capable of writing can cut it. So I've decided, instead, to resurrect some of my favorite Kid-related posts and republish one a day for the next ten days.

Ten posts for ten years.

Starting with this one, my all-time favorite, originally published in April of 2007 when The Kid was just 5-years-old:

HELLO COBAIN, COME ON IN

The Kid's always been a bit of a rocker.

As an infant, he was rocked to sleep several times a day to the tune of Ryan Adams. By two, he'd discovered the Flaming Lips and their robots. Next, the Beastie Boys put in a brief appearance, thanks to the influence of a neighbor kid. The following year, he couldn't get enough of Modest Mouse. For the past year or so, he's been overcome with his first true rock band obsession in the form of The Vines. Most recently, Rage Against the Machine has gotten a lot of play, ever since The Kid heard "Sleep Now in the Fire" on the radio. And now the inevitable has happened: he's discovered Nirvana. And when I say "discovered," what I really mean is "listens to the band every night - over... and over... and over... - much as his father did during the entire last decade of the 20th century."

His dad burned The Kid a custom-made Nirvana cd - made up of mostly b-sides and rarities, as is the Seattle way - and we've spent the past few weeks "practicing" after dinner. Since everyone knows girls can't be rock stars, my role is generally relegated to "dancer" or "member of the audience," though I'm occasionally permitted to play back-up guitar or drums. Mostly, though, I consult on lyrics. And guess who is equal parts mortified and impressed to find that Mommy - someone who's not only too old to be cool, but also a girl - has not only heard of Nirvana, but actually KNOWS ALL THE WORDS to the songs!?


He's got himself an impressive scream. Sings a series of mostly unintelligible lyrics (did I hear something about a raw potato?). And he plays his guitar like a lefty. Who better, then, to follow in the footsteps of Cobain?

Only with less heroin. And even less Courtney Love.

Relive them all:
  1. Day One - you're already here, silly!
  2. Day Two - learning to fall
  3. Day Three - a Mother's Day poem
  4. Day Four - sarcasm
  5. Day Five - little ladies' man
  6. Day Six - desirable mate traits, according to The Kid
  7. Day Seven - on temper tantrums and kidney stones
  8. Day Eight - on dude love
  9. Day Nine - on haircuts and freckles
  10. Day Ten - about a boy little man

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