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Will sat in his high chair patiently waiting for dad to finish cutting up his dinner. As per Will’s very vocal demands, the iPod was hooked up to the stereo and blaring country music. I was singing along quietly to Zach Brown’s “Chicken Fried” and I must of inadvertently started swaying from side to side, because Will squealed with delight and threw his arms up in the air, which is his way of telling me he’s enjoying himself.
“What’s up buddy? You like this song?” I asked happily.
I was met with big smiles as Will started bouncing around in his high chair. So I put dinner aside for a minute and I stood in front of Will, getting more and more into the song and really starting to belt it out.
You know I like my chicken fried. Cold beer on a Friday night. A pair of jeans that fit just right. And the radio uuuuuuuuup…
Will started giggling, pointing and bouncing even more than ever. He was eating it up. And frankly, I was happy to have an audience. Without even thinking about it I grabbed the half eaten dog bone microphone and I started strutting all around the stage living room. At this point I started cranking the song all the way up to 11 to impress my hordes of screaming fans toddler son.
I thank God for my life. For the stars and stripes. May freedom forever fly. Let it ring. Salute the ones who died. The ones who gave their lives so they don’t have to sacrifice all the things they loooooooove.
When the final verse rolled around I was jumping up and down, sliding on my knees and prancing around the living room. I was sweating and my voice was hoarse but I didn’t care, because for about two minutes I was an in-demand, famous rock star with one adoring (and adorable) fan who clapped like crazy at the end of my set. And I realized that’s something I never would’ve done in front of anybody else except my son. Because he doesn’t make fun of anyone or judge them. You don’t have to worry about acting silly or juvenile around a kid, because that’s what they appreciate.
It remains, perhaps, the most wonderful and unexpected thing I’ve discovered since becoming a parent. So moms and dads out there, don’t be afraid to let your inner rock god out of the cage once in awhile. You’ll feel better, you’ll amuse your kid and you can work on those sweet moves.
Do, however, check to make sure one of the maintenance workers isn’t outside your window. Unlike your kid, he will think you’re a raving lunatic.