Anyone who knows me or has had to sit near to me in church knows: I can't carry a tune.
It's a little-known fact that I can play the piano, but I can't and won't do it in public. I get too afraid and mess-up everything I play.
Despite this fact, I have no tone. I can't pick out a note to save my life.
My poor children have had to deal with this since I sing to them before sleep and commonly through the day. They especially hear my singing in the car.
I always knew the day would come when they would recognize my talentless voice. Particularly due to the fact that their father has one of the most beautiful voices.
Literally, when Lane was wooing me, he used to call me on the phone and sing to me as I fell asleep. I never returned the favor ... in an act of self-preservation for our relationship.
Anyway, just this afternoon I sang the children a song about happily helping.
Halfway through the second verse, Jane turns to me and with all force (hand extended and all) says, "Stop, Momma."
"No more singing, Momma. Just stop."
Right then it hit me like bricks that she knew. She knew I had no singing voice.
How do I know? Because increasingly at night she cries when I sing her to sleep and it isn't Lane.
She constantly asks Lane to sing to her, but recently stopped asking for me to do the same.
My heart is a little broken, but I can't blame the child.
After all, she has her father's ear for song.
P.S. It's almost October! I'm so excited, I'm bouncing on the seat! October is Fall and Halloween and all things good. Hurrah for the best season of the year!
3 comments:
Rachel, I enjoyed your post. While I agree Lane has a wonderful voice, I think you have misinterpreted your daughter's actions. I would propose two points to consider.
First, Jane wanted you to stop because she didn't want to hear about helping.
Second, Jane is probably going through a "daddy stage" and that is wonderful. I loved it when my children were in those stages.
That said, never let yourself be discouraged from doing something that is good and comes from the heart. As soon as we leave things only to those who do them "best", be it cooking, writing, sewing, singing, teaching - whatever - then we lose as a people and as families. You can sing, and you need to keep singing.
Love, Dad
I remember singing with you at church...we were awesome, especially when it was the battle hymn of the republic
Yeah for fall! I loved last year when you posted about your Halloween advent calendar. I remember telling myself I would do something similar... so far it hasn't happened this year. I will continue to live vicariously through yours ;)
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