Listening to Abba and Bread brings back a real warmth

Steve's baby daughter made amazing progress this week, or so his wife thought

STEVE CANAVAN: It was a lot of rattle over just a little roll

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Do we really end up turning into our parents?

We spend our childhood idolising them, our teens rebelling against them and everything they do.

Then, by the time we’re in our 30s, we catch ourselves behaving like them.

I share my mother’s happy demeanour and a caring, relaxed attitude to life. I also share her short temper and stubborn side.

Now though, I’ve given up trying to fight against it.

In fact, when it comes to music (a subject very close to my heart) I’ve embraced it.

Remember those long, hot summer days of the past? A long journey ahead and your mum reaching for the cassettes in the tiny glove-box of her Mini Clubman?

I’d swelter in the heat with the window wound up in the hope no-one from school would hear Glen Campbell or Neil Diamond screeching from the tinny stereo at the traffic lights.

Sunday mornings would arrive in my bedroom with the muffled sound of Abba booming their way through the floorboards.

The album would end and The Guitar Man from Bread would begin. Time to get up and face the world.

But something happened during those times.

My love of music was awoken and my appreciation of my mother’s taste in music was cemented.

Hearing those songs today brings back the type of warmth and comfort you no longer feel as an adult.

Funny how listening to David Soul makes you feel loved and secure!

I’ve never admitted it publicly before, but I do get excited about the occasional play of Simon & Garfunkel or Barry Manilow on my radio show.

Do I tell my mum that Barry is playing the Ageas Bowl next year?

So mums and dads, don’t allow your kids to sit with their headphones and iPods on. Blast out the songs you love and educate them in the ways of decent music.

They may moan at you today, but I guarantee you they will thank you in the future!

Oh and by the way, I drew the line at Chris De Burgh.