I think I was brainwashed as a child. Ha ha, weren’t we all? But I’ve been meditating on the concept of three lately. For some reason, it’s cycled back through my subconscious – and this song came up.
A man and a woman had a little baby,
yes they did,
they had three in the family –
that’s a magic number.
Those lines cycled around my subconscious on an endless loop growing up. It was always those lines.
Apparently I didn’t absorb the other math concepts in the song, because instead of 1+1=3, I decided to go for three kids rather than three total family members.
But three always did have a special connotation for me. As an only child, it was always three of us in my family and what a nice little tight-knit crew we were. I was assigned the number 3 jersey when I played CYO basketball for several years. And speaking of spiritual organizations, there is, of course the ultimate – the Holy Trinity.
Revisiting this song in the context of today’s antiseptic if tolerant culture, I was super-surprised that the lyrics alluded to the mystical trinity. Whoa.
There is a reason comparable concepts cycle through the universe’s subconscious. There’s that, and the super catchy ditty that gets stuck in one’s head like an ear worm. But all kidding and brainwashing aside, there is a magic to the way things grab onto us and won’t let go. My man and I could have had a little baby and stopped, but I wouldn’t see the sparkle in each of their magical little eyes.
A few years ago for Christmas, I chose a card that said peace, joy, and love to accompany a photo of our three girls. Each of my girls has one of these characteristics at her essence. There is no measure to that number.