One never stops making sacrifices for their children from the moment of conception. Having that reinforced by a platinum-selling singer/songwriter never hurts.
Nor does having one knowingly laugh at your poop and puke stories. All parents have those, of course, but I don't always get the feedback I might like from this column (hint hint) so just sharing an anecdote or two with someone you specifically know is listening is, well, cool.
So, too, is hearing that the monotony of a child's favorite album is motivation for a musician to record her own record of Christmas songs (for me, it's Rigby's love of Shrek singing "What I Like About You" and for Wilson, it's "Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire"). If only we all could be in a position to do more about such a scenario than "lose" the CD.
For Wilson, having our conversation was just part of her job, at least in large part. But it was still something unexpected for this humble scribe, and for that I thank her.
And wish her a whole heap of luck for the next five years with her daughter.
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