(My new series of posts where I share either what she has taught me or what I tried to teach her).
Growing up, I hated to sing. My mom is a music teacher and was our church’s choir director. Naturally, people just assumed that I could sing and enjoyed doing so like my mom. Neither are true, unfortunately. I think that I did not enjoy it mainly because I am just not good at it. Being surrounded by people who can really and I mean really sing…I just cannot. Confession – I don’t even sing at church.
But you know, becoming a mama, I am keenly aware that it’s not necessarily about my interests at all. Frankly, it’s about finding ways to engage with her in the things that she loves. And my little girl loves to sing.
She doesn’t care if I am any good at it. She just loves that her mama sings with her. These days, my house is full of singing.
Today, she taught me to sing, because it doesn’t matter what her mama sounds like, it just matters that her mama does it with her.