Why don't people realize that's what I mean when I say things like, "I love to sing something awful"?
Maybe they've heard me sing.
I love to sing. I have always loved to sing.
In fifth or sixth grade I tried out for the Tri-Cities Choir (those three cities were Ontario, Montclair and... I'm not sure what the third city was, but clearly this was only a big deal to the people applying). I don't recall what song I sang. I do remember standing next to the upright piano, singing my heart out and wondering what it was going to be like as a member of this choir. I mean, I breezed right into my school's choir which
Fast forward maybe 15 years when I was
When Corey was a baby I would sing to him to help him sleep. When he was maybe 18 months old I noticed that he was increasingly distressed at bedtime. One night it finally came out.
"Hush little baby, don't say a wor..."
*sobbing* "No song!"
"Hmm hm-hm hm-hmm..."
*bawling with tears shooting out of his eyes* "No hmm-hmm!"
As I've aged, it seems to me that I can now occasionally hit keys. Madelyn has enjoyed having me sing to her. But I guess that's changing. She's three now and more discriminating than when she was two.
This evening as we were driving home, we talked and sang. Sometimes we talked in sing-songy voices. She finished my sentences.
*sigh* At least we know she's got taste.