"Can we leave now?"
Fortunately for the second grader I was standing near, my daughter's singing voice drowned out his loud complaint. Truly... at one point the music director came over and moved the mic farther away from her. I was soooo proud! We are a singing family. I can't deny it. I have sung to my daughter since she was in my stomach. Back then I mostly sang the blues though since pregnancy wasn't my favorite. We moved to the fun and silly songs of babyhod.... The Wheels on the Bus, Round and Round the Mulberry Bush, Chrisopher Robin, Goodnight my Angel.... songs that have stuck with me and can still bring me to tears (no jokes about my crying easily). For a while, though, she became embarrassed by my constant singing. I got a lot of, shhhh Mommy, during that time and I wondered if I would ever get back to singing with (or to) her. It may have been the songs I was singing... Barney tunes are really difficult to get out of your head! My husband and I now laugh about how much our daughter loves (and sings) music. In fact, I have noticed, lately, that just as she used to shush me, she is geting shushed, by friends and by her parents. Still, it feels like a whole new way I can connect with her. She loves rock and country and it has been such fun to find new songs that we both love and can blast out in the car (especially if my husband is with us and it is a country song - not his favorite!) No matter what type of music though, Taylor Swift, Billy Joel, or even Barney, there is nothing, I think, as beautiful, as hearing children sing. This was brought home to me last night when the pre-kinder class was singing Away in a Manger. So beautiful and sweet and innocent that Jesus felt very present to me. Which made me wonder.... did Jesus like to sing? And if so... I wonder what somgs He liked. My guess is something with a really
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"I always think that’s cool; when you drive up this hill and break through the fog into the sun. It’s like you’re flying above the clouds."
Ooooh, juicy words. I love to hear poetry used in everyday language. It is like the brown sugar in the oatmeal making everything taste better. In this case, the Starbucks customer was commenting on the extremely strange weather we have been having; apparently the lowest pressure front recorded in history here in Portland. We've been surprisingly rain-free, but our sunny days take shape between layers of fog. And.... it's freezing. I find myself humming along with , Baby It's Cold Outside, and really meaning it. Any precipitation would be snow at this point. I wish for it, but have discovered it is useless to believe I can control the weather. This was actually something I learned at a young age. I had a valid reason for being convinced I was one of a few people with some authority when it came to weather. I didn't much like growing up with the last name, Sprinkle; I am sure you can imagine all that was done with that by way of elementary school teasing. The only thing that made listening to "a sprinkle a day, helps keep odor away," in any way worthwhile was the idea that I alone could wish for (and get) snow or rain or sun. But, growing up in California I was mostly wise enough not to test my powers with the snow thing... the sun and rain, however, were clearly at my command. Still, after years of sunny Christmas holidays, by the second or third grade I felt ready to call on my authority to produce a sledding hill on our street. I guess I must not have realized that even with snow, our flat street would not have been conducive to good sledding. It was a moot point. Of course it didn't snow; and I began my downward spiral of realizing there was not, in fact, any good reason why my last name, at best was a type of cupcake topping, and at worst rhymed with tinkle. There isn't much teasing you can do with the last name, Wilsted though; and for the most part, I am entirely grateful about that. Hopefully my daughter will have one less thing to have to defend. But every now and then, such as when a catchy name might help me sell a book, a little part of me misses that juicy last name. And in fact, I did keep Sprinkle as a middle name; Because, let's be honest. you never know when the weather gods might need a little assistance. Oh, please let it snow...... |
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