A couple of nights ago I was shampooing Alex’s hair, and without even realizing it, I started to sing.
After a few moments of listening to my serenade, Alex said, “Um, Mama? Excuse me? Mama?”
“What, baby?” I replied, soaking in the sweetness of the moment, beaming with pride that my little man was using his manners even during bathtime.
“Mama, when you sing it makes me sad.”
Oh.
Well, then.
That’s interesting.
Because as it turns out, when my own offspring reminds me that I have no vocal talent whatsoever and as a result of that will never, ever BE ABLE TO FULFILL MY DREAM OF SINGING BACK-UP FOR CHRIS TOMLIN, THAT MAKES ME SAD, TOO.
You’ve gotta watch out for those four year olds, y’all.
They’ll take your dreams and stomp them flat.
Yes ma’am they will.
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Love the new look. Very cute.
I’m sure what he meant was that it makes him sad that, no matter how he tries, he can never match the skillz of his singing Mama. So really it’s more that you’re stomping HIS dreams flat. Now doesn’t that make you feel better?
And also, love the new design.
No Kidding!!!! One of my babies used to COVER MY MOUTH when I’d try to sing to them!!!! Poor thing couldn’t talk, so had to figure out another way to MAKE IT STOP HURTING! LOL
That hurt.
My husband can’t stay on key to save his life, yet, my kids ask him to sing every night at bedtime…go figure!
Oh, that IS sad!
But funny. Very, very funny.
:)
So, you’re saying that maybe that isn’t my Wog’s complete look of utter adoration as I break into yet another verse of “Old MacDonald” ?????
Shoot!
hilarious!! my 2.5 yeard old does the SAME thing. “No Mommy [shaking her head] No sing, Mommy”
Well then.
Aren’t they all little darlings. My 3 yr. old son, tells me all the time, “Don’t sing!” In fact, he’s not much of a talker … and this was one of the first sentences he spoke!!! I just him that when I’m praising Jesus, I can’t help but sing!!
The only time I’m allowed to sing is when they want a bedtime song. Otherwise I get”the look”. Frankly the one I used to give my mom when she would sing very loudly in church. Payback maybe?
From the mouths of babes. I’ll forever remember the day my youngest said to me “Momma, you don’t sing well.” I know, I know but that doesn’t mean I can’t sing!!
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