Monday, March 28, 2011

Life as a Musical

As long as I can remember I have loved to sing. I was in my first play when I was 5. I sung in every school choir I could. I sing in the car. I sing in the shower. I sing while cooking dinner and cleaning, and I sing to my children when they are tired or sad or scared. Sometimes I sing when I am alone and I stand still, feet balanced and grounded, eyes closed, and I let the song take over.

I'm especially fond of belting out Broadway show tunes.

Nerves keep me from singing well in front of others though.

When Bug was about 8 months old I bought a Laurie Berkner CD for us to listen to in the car. Eventually we bought them all, followed by the They Might Be Giants CDs, then Barenaked Ladies, and Disney movie music, etc. He, and now Bear, loved them all. I can't tell you how proud I was the day when Bug, and then Bear, started singing along with me to one of these albums.

Recently I have become more than a little tired of "their music" (even though the music is awesome and fun). So I started playing my music in the car each day. I change up the albums and at first the boys complained "This isn't OUR music." But a funny thing happened last week; while singing one of my songs on our drive home from school I heard them singing along with me. And they were singing the BACK UP PARTS. Bug was all "Ba Ba Ba Ba Baaaaaa" while Bear was "Oooooooh yeah, ahhhhhhh," both joining in on the refrain of the song. They were singing it correctly, harmonizing, and, well, it is practically amazing I didn't start bawling right there while driving on the highway.

Do you have any idea how I have dreamed of singing Christmas carols with them in a 3-part harmony? I might have to unearth some sheet music and start actually talking to them about music as a language. Hubs? Honey? I'm going to teach them to sing show tunes with me too. :)