A moment in time

Maximillian is enamored by Queen's Bohemian Rhapsody.  He loves it almost as much as he loves his sisters and brother.  He plays it on the iPad, sings it and acts it out.  Max LOVES Bohemian Rhapsody, he is totally having a blast with it.  

Last night we were sitting in our living room and he was watching the video and as I looked at him, "performing," I was overcome with a heartwarming thought.  I don't know what Mr. Max is going to be when he grows up, I mean I'm still figuring out what is it I have been and am. ;)  I do know that whatever he does is going to encompass his innate talent, his drive to entertain and engage folks and his amazing sense of humor. I see him performing and receiving many accolades for his passionate and captivating talents.  As I watched him singing and acting out the song I could see him standing at a podium receiving an award. I could hear him say, "Thank you Mom! Thank you Momma for introducing me to such a great variety of music and encouraging my love of the arts. For seeing me as your Amazingly Magnificent Artist, MaxArt! Thank you Dad for always supporting all of our shenanigans and going along with all of our zany ideas, thank you for teaching me to be me, trust me, to be safe and always have fun, I love you both so much!"

Now this is very well my dream, not Max's, it's my fantasy of a future moment and one of my many wishes for him and us, if it's what he wants.  It was just a moment in my mind and it brought me to tears.  Right now, as I sit at this computer I am still being serenaded by Mr. MaxArt.  I have to go now cause he wants me to perform with him...MOMMA OOOHHHHH! ;)

Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen

Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide,
No escape from reality
Open your eyes, 
Look up to the skies and see,
I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy,
Because I'm easy come, easy go, 
Little high, little low,
Any way the wind blows doesn't really matter to 
me, to me

Mama, 
I just killed a man,
Put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger 
now he's dead
Mama... life had just begun,
But now I've gone and thrown it all away
Mamaaaaa oooh, 
Didn't mean to make you cry,
If I'm not back again this time tomorrow,
Carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters

Too late, my time has come,
Sends shivers down my spine, 
body's aching all the time
Goodbye, ev'rybody, I've got to go,
Got to leave you all behind and face the truth
Mamaaaaa oooh, 
I don't want to die,
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all

(Guitar solo)

I see a little silhouetto of a man,
Scaramouche! Scaramouche! Will you do the 
Fandango?! 

Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very frightening 
me!
Galileo, Galileo
Galileo, Galileo 
Galileo, Figaro - magnifico 

I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves me
He's just a poor boy from a poor family,
Spare him his life from this monstrosity!
Easy come, easy go, will you let me go
Bismilah! No, we will not let you go
(Let him go!) Bismilah! We will not let you go
(Let him go!) Bismilah! We will not let you go
(Let me go) Will not let you go 
(Let me go)(Never) Never let you go
(Let me go) Never let you go (Let me go) Ah
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
Oh mama mia, mama mia, mama mia, let me go
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, 
for meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

So you think you can stop me and 
spit in my eye?!?!
So you think you can love me and 
leave me to die?!?!
Oh, baby, can't do this to me, baby,
Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here!

(Guitar solo)

Nothing really matters, Anyone can see,
Nothing really matters,
Nothing really matters to me...

Anyway the wind blows...

Namaste!