I've always been a bit of a recreational crier.(You know the sort of thing...movies, songs..anything else you can think of...though real tears are not unknown to me either, as this blog can testify to). Probably more so since I've had little people passing through my life to the strains of Rock-A-Bye-Your-Bear, like the transient little boy in Puff The Magic Dragon. The days blend into weeks, into months, into years...
Dragons live forever...but not so little boys...or little girls...(I'm making myself cry here) and next thing you have a bunch of mini-adults occupying the beds you used to visit at night to tuck in cute little toes. The amateur adults are precious too and we love them. But they're not that interested in choosing a Wiggles DVD to put on to watch.
By the time Louise came along, Peter was six and all the Wiggles VCR tapes had been tucked away to the back of the cupboard. I hadn't passed them onto the charity shop along with most of the other tapes as they were categorised as sentimental value. We had seen them in concert when Peter was three only to discover to my dismay that velvet-voiced Greg had had to retire due to illness. Much to John's amusement I spent the whole next day in tears watching YouTube tributes to The Yellow Wiggle! You see they were the soundtrack of my babies childhood.
In the meantime, I had also learned the piano because the instrumental piece 'Music Box Dancer' came on the radio one day. It's the piece Dorothy (the dinosaur) does her ballet to and I'd never known the name of the music. Looking it up (tearfully pondering the breakneck speed of the baby years) on YouTube I stumbled on Web Piano Teacher which demonstrated a completely new method of teaching piano to adults who cannot read music. One of my greatest regrets had always been my inability to even play chopsticks. A few months later I had Music Box Dancer, Chariots of Fire, Fur Elise, Lean on Me and a few other pieces under my belt.
So one winter's evening some years later, in order to settle a fractious a little toddler girl, I rummaged to the back of the cupboard and found a video which was still playable on our barely functioning video machine. Louise, who had never been much enamoured by television at all, was immediately enchanted. Peeping into the room later on I spotted SIX children glued to the TV, and Dad standing in the doorway, also enjoying the music...The Wiggles were back in the family!!
I sent off for replacement DVDs and a few we didn't have already, carefully choosing only the Greg ones. It just didn't seem right to cast him off.
This spring when I spotted that The Wiggles were coming to Ireland and that GREG was back, there was no question of not bringing Louise. For good measure I got tickets for all the family, figuring that they all clearly love them and could use Louise as cover. I was looking at their website reading about Greg's return when I had the notion of sending them a daring little request...a shot in the dark so to speak...
Anyway, even though she is so young, I think it would be difficult to find a child in Ireland more dedicated to The Wiggles. I originally showed her our old VHS tapes which I had bought for her oldest sisters now 15 & 14 and she was immediately smitten. When she wakes during the night it's Dooorrateeee we hear her calling for. The girls have taught her all the dances and they are doing her a world of good. I would be forever grateful if a little meeting could be arranged. However I am aware that you probably get lots of requests like this and will fully understand if it would not be possible. Would it make a difference if I told you that Louise's Mommy (Me) spent an entire day in tears when Greg retired, much to my husband's amusement! (it was because you were such a big part of my children's childhoods) Well I hope you at least consider my request, Louise will win your heart if you meet her.
Months went by and I figured my e-mail had been just one of the hundreds they receive every day.
Then out of the blue this appeared in my inbox: