I love music.
From the time I first noticed it at my parent’s church, to my first Peter Murphy concert, it’s been a source of joy and comfort to me. But after I had children (3, to be exact) I noticed it become harder to stay connected to the music that I like. Harder to discover new bands, find time to listen to them, and balance my need for the Ramones over my kid’s clamoring for Laurie Berkner. (Don’t get me wrong, I heart me some We Are the Dinosaurs.)
My husband plays bass for a touring rock band, Clutch, but I’m usually holding down the fort with the babies while he’s preaching the gospel of Rock and Roll on the road. This is where I make a conscious effort to connect with the parts of me that mattered pre-kids, and that will still be there after.
My friend Joy Rose, founder of Mamapalooza, says it best:
“Music makes people discover hope in their lives. Whether it’s listening, playing, starting a band or rediscovering some hidden talent. Because moms give more of themselves, to more people, in more ways, on a daily basis than any other population, music can be point of connection, friendship, creativity, constructive ‘me’ time and even fantasy. Finding the time and space to act creatively not only nurtures the nurturer, but reminds us of our sexy, passionate, individual selves. Music sustains us from the inside out and makes us all feel spiritually connected while we act out our inner rock star.”
Amen, Sister Joy.
From my objective research (Read: playground talks) I hear from other moms that finding the time for this connection is tough for them, as well. Hence, the blog: to explore the different ways music shapes the past, present, and future of mamas far and wide.-Lindsay Maines