The oldest is quite the funny little boy. I am an awful singer. The worst. I wouldn't even embarass myself to audition as a joke for American Idol; it's bad. However, I often belt it out and say to him, "Do you like my singing? I could win American Idol, couldn't I?" and he looks at me in horror every time. He's so funny, he doesn't want to hurt my feelings but his face gives him away easily. He thinks my singing is horrible (and it is). I love to sing anyway and I think I've mentioned this before; it's best done in the car when I'm alone. If I were someone else driving by me and I saw me singing with the window up, I'd think 'Wow, she can really sing.' because baby, I'm all into it. And I KNOW I sound horrible but in my mind, I'm right on cue. I'm the next Celine Dion. ;<)
The weather is absolutely georgous today and I'm talking sweet weather. We're in the car and I start singing, "It's a beautiful day in the neighborh...." and I get cut off right there on the "hoo" by the sheer look of terror on the face of the oldest and then he plugs his ears. Now THAT hurt my feelings. I'm not THAT bad am I? I guess I am. I didn't even get to finish my thought or part of the song, I was merely expressing myself about the pretty day. I'm taking them to a local museum after the littlest naps so I was projecting out how wonderful it would be to be outdoors blah blah blah and then he does that. hmph. I say to him, "oh you know when I'm in Heaven you'll miss my wonderful singing voice" to which he replies, "uh, mom, when you're in Heaven, I'll miss you but I won't miss your singing voice." Damn.
Words of wisdom. You can always count on kids to tell it to you like it is. So if you ever are driving beside me and see me just singing away like I'm on a stage somewhere, plug your ears, even if both our windows are up. Stinker.
J
You cook, you clean, you go to work, you nourish, you love, you scold, you are professional and yet you hang your hat on every dust particle in your home. You are a woman. Some women are Moms and some are not. You are still a woman. We are all made similarly. We are strong.
2 comments:
funny i remember my children singing in the car.. I really like the way you have your blog layed out and alot of interesting reading hope you dont mind if i put you on my links and come back for more.. hope you enjoy your sunshine here in alaska it is starting the turn over to winter.
Richard
WE sing in the car all the time. Sometimes at night I sing to them the "Papa Song" but sometimes Joseph will put my hand on my mouth and say "Stop momma stop" sort of stings I am not the singer in the family Dominic is but gee whiz I am the momma.
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