Published on September 21st, 2017 | by voxx0
I’ve always thought that I am a good singer. I’m not quite ready for a celebrity lifestyle, but I enjoy belting out a good old tune nevertheless. I’ve recorded myself. I’ve played it back. I’ve regretted it. Yet despite all of that, I have never been a quitter.
I like to practice where everyone can hear me. I love the positive feedback. I’ve noticed that people flock to bed as soon as I begin; it is a very unique talent to create such a soothing melody with one’s voice. Inner peace seems to spiral around my mind; I love emptying rooms, I am not a people person.
This month I have been very vocal, loud and proud; I’ve even been singing on my walk to work, my confidence is hitting an all-time high. In fact, I am considering taking up some singing lessons, focusing especially on the classics that I know every word of – toddler TV.
Today though, Diego gave me some very honest feedback. I opened the blinds and let the sunlight in, singing my particular favorite at 6:00am. “The sun has got its hat on…” His frown gave me all the encouragement I needed to try a different song. If at first you don’t succeed!
“No!” Desperate pleas were yelled in my face as Diego shoved his hands across my mouth. I stopped singing, giving him a concerned cuddle. What could be wrong? Is he poorly? Is he hurt?
“Stop mummy, I don’t like your singing.”
The flattery continues. All I ever do is tell Diego how beautiful his mumbled gibberish is. How clever his repetitive migraine causing lullabys are and how perfect he is. This is a one-sided parent-toddler relationship.
I learnt a very valuable lesson from this experience – I need to buy some ear plugs for Diego.
- By Boneata Bell