Monday, October 27, 2008

Name that tune

I'm so excited that this Lassie asked me to close out her week of guest posts. I've got to be honest with you, I've been a little nervous about this responsibility, you know, cleaning up after these ladies can be quite a chore… naw, just kidding, they are all great, but a little help vacuuming would be nice. *ahem*

Oh, by the way, this is Diane from The Mommy Diaries. I've been very lazy with my own blog during the last couple of weeks, so Kat was really taking a chance in letting me close the show. In fact, I'm wondering how long it will be before I'm no longer considered a blogger? While I'm still in the game, let me tell you a little story, I don't want to let her down.

Truth be told, I am a terrible singer, but I try. I try every single day while driving my car, you know the acoustics in the car are only rivaled by those in the shower, right? Every day, I have the joyful experience of having to listen to one children's song after another. For someone who loves music, this experience is mind-numbing. In order to wake myself out of the self-induced coma, I sing along with the tunes. I know every word of every song and I sing as loud as my little lungs can carry my voice.

This does not sit well with my daughter. Every day, my darling 2-year-old says to me, "No, Mommy. Stop singing. This is my favorite." And so, every day I am shamed by into stopping my singing so she can listen to her favorite song.

Her Daddy, on the other hand, can do no wrong. When he sings, she wants him to keep singing. "Sing with me, Daddy," she says to him. "Not you, Mommy. Daddy sing."

Oh, the humiliation!

So, you can imagine my surprise when last night, after reading a bedtime story, she looks up at me, and in her best sheepish voice, says, "Mommy, sing to me."

My heart simply melted, and I sang. I sang her a lullaby I made up as I went a long. I didn't care, my brain didn't think about what song to sing, I was only thrilled that she wanted me, yes ME, to sing her to sleep.

It was simply lovely. Of course, she woke up 3 separate times during the night, but I won't tell if you don't.


ali said...

Everytime I start singing my 6 yr old says, "Mommy, stop! You're getting your name up. And a check mark." Hmph.

Autumn's Mom said...

Our Babes can be a fickle audience. I was never much of a singer for Autumn, probably in fear of the rejection! haha She on the other hand, loved to sing.

Diane said...

Um, yeah, I feel like an idiot. I was totally wrong when I said I was closing out the week of guests posts. No, I wasn't even close. Well, at least I don't have to worry about cleaning up then! :)

Kat said...

Oh I am so with you! I can kills birds with my voice - but my boys tolerate it none the less because they have no choice! Thanks for vacuuming!

Putz said...

diane is my sis's you are a famouse opera star.commented on your own blog too...i thrive on the punishment

CelticBuffy said...

I'm sure you aren't even close to being an American Idol reject with the singing. I suck, but I sing anyway because I love it.