This morning, just like many other mornings, little Jack asked me to sing to him. And as usual, he requested "Walkin' After Midnight" - the song I've been singing to him since his very beginning. Partly because it's one of my favorite songs in the world, partly because I know all the words, but mostly because I have cherished memories of my grandmother, mother, & uncle dancing & laughing to Patsy Cline. Even as a child I knew they were each fighting their own difficult battles- but for a brief moment, this music filled us all with goodness.
And so today, while holding Jack & doing my best with this song, he joyfully exclaimed, "Mama's a good singer!"
Now, if you know me at all & have ever heard me belt out country oldies, you know very well that this is in fact not true. I'm a horrible singer. I am deaf in one ear & have no idea what I really sound like except that it can't be good.
But, I took a pause & soaked it in. And oh how I wish I could bottle up that love & warmth & happiness and keep that moment forever. Because I am a good singer. To Jack. And that is more than enough for me.
Motivated to share this piece of time by Linda's series One Moment on her A la mode blog. Thank you Linda for being ever inspiring!
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