Raffi for the generations

 I grew up on Raffi.  Who is Raffi?  He’s a Canadian singer-songwriter who was very popular in the children’s music set back in the 80s.  He sang Baby Beluga, Bananaphone and Down by the Bay, among many, many others.  We had a whole section of Raffi records in our record collection and listened to them regularly.  I even went to a Raffi concert when I was about eight and waited in line to get his autograph (which I’m sure my parents still have – along with all of the records). 

I’ve sung Raffi’s biggest hits many, many, many times – first as a kid, then as a baby sitter and preschool teacher and then as a parent.  We sang I Like to Eat Eat Eat Apples and Bananas to Clare when we were trying to get her to eat applesauce and bananas.  We sang Down by the Bay daily for about a year when it was Clare’s favorite song.  Tonight Jeremy sang Baby Beluga to Sammy at bedtime since he asks for it as his bedtime lullaby.  We are big, big Raffi fans around here. So when I saw that Raffi was playing a concert in Portland – well, I jumped on it.

 
So the kids and I went!  (J isn’t quite the Raffi fan that we three are.) The show was sold out, so it was a theater packed full of kids, grandparents and parents all anxiously awaiting Raffi.  Perhaps no one was quite so anxious as the enthusiastic little five year old girl, who dressed for the occasion in her prettiest birthday dress that just barely still fit her.  
“Maybe Raffi will see me and ask me to go on stage with him,” she whispered to me.  “I want to wear my prettiest outfit just in case.”
Well, Raffi didn’t invite any children on stage with him, but Clare still danced in the aisle and sang along to her favorite songs.  Sammy sat most of the show in my lap, comfortable and content to let me sing into his ear.  I may or may not have wiped away a tear when I got to deep in thinking about doing something with my children that I had done as a child.  Sometimes the emotion of these things sneaks up on me – that is, when I’m not singing This Little Light of Mine.

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