One of the biggest heartbreak’s of my life was realizing that I could not sing. In my bedroom as a child I would belt out song after song with such passion and abandon, I thought I was Madonna for sure. I can’t remember when I found out I couldn’t sing, I think I knew it but didn’t care for a long time. Oh to be young and carefree. Like with my ‘Dancing’ post, my kids used to not care, join in, love it, etc. Now not so much. I can really embarrass them by suddenly breaking in ‘Wrecking Ball’ or something.
However a few weeks ago, we were talking about their new cousins and lullabies and they requested that I sing a few to them as a reminder. It was quite a lovely moment that I know is all too fleeting.