Tuesday, September 4, 2012
Some times Dave and I break into spontaneous song for the benefit of our children. Just about anything can be sung, you know.
We sing about bed time, about morning time, we sing songs about washing, bathing, cleaning, painting and songs about squishy mooshy eggs.
Usually, we indulge ourselves and combine tuneful song with rhythmic interpretative dance.
These sudden, unexpected outbursts are always met with respect and exaltation from our fans, Zeph and Pippi.
They stop in their tracks as their eyes widen and jaws drop while Dave and I quietly high five each other for our obvious brilliance.
Tonight, after we had sung and danced, our ecstatic eyes met with Zephs, do you know what we saw?
Glowing adoration. Naturally.
Our chests puffed with pride as we dreamed about a future touring with the wiggles.
In that moment, we looked at each other and our faces simultaneously fell. Can you imagine the response of 14 year old who had skivvie clad parents that performed songs about squishy mooshy eggs at dinner time?
Somewhere in the next eleven years we're gonna have to change tack.
But for now, we'll bask in the glory that is being superheroes to our two tiny people.
Music, The Memory Keeper
The Gift of Music