Step Up to the Microphone

I’m currently attending a community safety forum to hear professionals talk about keeping kids safe on the internet. Great information. There’s a microphone on the floor for question and answer but all I can think about is singing Whitney Houston’s “One Moment in Time” karaoke style. (I’m a terrible singer but that’s a minor detail)

I’m often overcome with a need to perform when I see a mic in a large room.

Know what I mean?

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and then there were 3

Today’s assignment is to write about three songs and what they mean to me. Unedited. Free flowing. 

It’s next to impossible for me to narrow down my life to just three songs. I love music. I grew up listening to a wide range of music from Motown to watching Lawrence Welk to singing along with Loretta Lynn in Coal Miners Daughter and dancing to New Edition. Three songs? With four kids in the house we always have music playing. We listen to Top 40 or R&B in the car and I keep Christian music playing in the house unless I’m cooking or cleaning then I go for something up beat. Blame that on the days of cleaning up on Saturday while watching Soul Train. 

How about three genres? 

How about just music in general? It’s my blog and my creativity. 

I love music, any kind of music, just as long as it’s grooving. Give me a word and I can probably start singing a song. Come on, I dare you. 

When I found out I was pregnant with the teenager I made up a song that I would hum or sing daily. I sang it so much his dad asked me to stop. Then when my Honeygirl was born I sang two songs to her, you are so beautiful and the other one I changed so many of the words that the original song escapes me. When each of the boys were born I sang to them as I nursed. I didn’t allow them to watch much TV when they were young but we would put on a Cedarmont Kids video then sing and do the hand motions. Do your ears hang low… Or Joshua fought the battle of Jerico…

Music is the thread that brings my family together. My extended family and I use to have dancing contests when we were younger. Now we have Festivus during the Christmas season and always end with singing Christmas songs. It’s the part of the evening that everybody loves to hate. It’s our running joke to lock the doors, force everybody to gather around and we sing. Who can resist a good round of Twelve Days of Christmas or Silent Night? 

Three songs? I could never write about three songs. Maybe I could write about three decades of songs but never just three songs.