Just before Christmas, when I was in 2nd grade, the music teacher asked two other girls and me to sing a solo to our class. The other two girls were very shy and embarrassed about it.
I, on the other hand, belted it out. I knew the song, so I sang it loud ‘n proud ‘n on key.
That night, my mom got a phone call from the high school music teacher. Did I want to be in the high school musical? Was it okay with mom if I was in the high school musical?
Yes and yes.
I remember telling Mom, “Oh, that must have been why we had to sing in class today, the other two girls were really quiet, but I wasn’t, I’ll bet that’s how I got the part.”
“My name is Marta, I’m going to be seven on Tuesday, and I’d like a pink parasol.”
(name that play)
I spent the rest of the year singing myself to sleep at night, and apparently the rest of the house too.
On stage at age 8, all because I was ballsy enough to sing out when I knew how.
Then that girl disappeared. Replaced with someone shy and scared of being noticed. For any reason.
I went from the brave girl who sang out to the shy girl scared of anyone hearing my voice.
By the time I was a sophomore in high school, I was tone deaf. No tunes carried in any buckets.
Since Alex was born, I sing again, but always when it’s just us in the room. I’m still not singing to an audience.
Or so I thought. I made a comment to Scout involving my heinous songbird skillz and he said, “I *like* hearing you sing around the house.”
I stood totally still in the kitchen and let that process.
The next day found me belting out to Alex:
“The hills are alive! With the Sound of Music!”
I sounded just fine. I’d sounded just fine for a while. About 20 weeks or so. Walkin’ along, singin’ my song.
I don’t watch cartoon movies. I always grumble about it when people are surprised that haven’t seen whatever cool animated movie is out. I remind them that the last movie I saw in the theater was Oceans 12 (12, not 13) and that I don’t usually get to watch the movies with actual actors in it that I want to see, so no, I have not seen a movie with drawn characters.
Except Happy Feet. It was on Pay Per View, so we gave it a watch.
I love that movie.
Apparently, Alex taught me my heart song.
Thank you, baby.