Sing It Loud, Sing It Proud

October 3, 2011

in Blame The Sudafed, Mommy-ville Detour

You know that phase when they’ve just discovered that they have a voice, and so they sing Everything?  Regardless of if it is an actual song or not?

Yeah, my kids are still waiting for me to out grow that phase.

Unfortunately for them, it seems to be one of those pregnancy side effects that has yet to dissipate.

You see, in addition to the stretch marks and skin tags, the nose of a bloodhound and the stomach of a sea-sick land-lubber on a raft in a hurricane, pregnancy also gave me 2 beautiful children.  And the voice of an American Idol auditioner.

Although I was by no means a mute growing up, my singing aspirations outside of the shower went the way of the Easter Bunny around the age of 18 10 5.  My siblings were the ones invited to join their school choirs, their classic soprano and tenor voices coupling with their innate abilities to not only carry a tune, but to even harmonize with others around them made them irresistible to any public school music teacher with hopes of another year of employment in their future.

Not that that stopped me from auditioning for the school musical, Barnum, in high school.  Although it may have prevented me from realizing that I could get away with just singing Happy Birthday with the rest of the theater kids who had the sense to find out, ahead of time, that their talents lay more in the direction of Clown #4 than in the part of Jenny Lind, the famous opera soprano.  But don’t worry – I soon figured all this out for myself.  Just about the time the director called me, and 5 of the most popular girls in school…and the choir, back for our own auditions.  At which, I believe, I sang a verse from a Disney song.

Yes, yes, I know.  There is more than one reason I hung out in the library at lunch most days.

I had prepared two verses.  But the director seemed to have the amazing ability to judge my talent level after just the one.

If only he could hear me now…

Three Blind Mice, Old MacDonald, what we’re having for dinner, Britney Spears’s Greatest Hits – we sing it all.  All.  Day.  Long.

And while I may not be Glee’s next Rachel, I?  Am a shoe-in for Sugar.


Megan (Best of Fates) October 3, 2011 at 11:08 am

You’ve inspired me – I think I’m going to start torturing my friends with my singing voice!

Domesticated Gal October 3, 2011 at 5:11 pm

It truly is the best way to get them to tell you where they hid the last donut. And slightly more legal than water boarding. I believe.

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