Singing for the Children
I believe in singing to and with our children. It’s a blessing we give them and ourselves by creating a bond with our family. It passes down through this vibrational connection, a sense of who we are and where we come from.
Everyone can sing if they can speak, but I know that some of us are voice challenged and some of us are math challenged, (I work harder at math). But everyone has a soul. Through singing, the voice and the soul become one and we join into a special trust relationship that is unlike any other (or, “that cannot be created in any other way” orsomething like this).
I first remember singing, not by actually singing, but hearing the voice of my mother singing to me. I have memories of her singing lullabies to my brothers. I have memories of her singing with us in the car, teaching us the melody well enough for us to sing while she sang the harmony. I also remember hearing my father belting out a Kris Kristopherson tune while listening to one of his countless albums, (you know, the ones no-one-is-to-put-there-finger-prints-on!) I do remember many of the songs; for example, some how I know all the words to L-O-V-E by Nat King Cole. I know it’s not the beauty of either of their voices that touches my heart, it’s those vibrational memories. These are beautiful memories. What a gift to bestow upon your children, the memory of a song. It isn’t something with a price tag, it’s bigger, stronger—it is core to the human soul.
I teach, I have taught and I will continue to help others find their voice. It is part of the bigger picture of who I am and what I strive to cultivate. I sing with others everyday in many different settings. I had the advantage of musical training, taking lessons, studying music in college and the greatest teacher of all, teaching others.
Recently a good friend and important man in my life passed away, but the memory of his singing and his way of incorporating singing into occasions remains. He BELIEVED in singing, he wasn’t a musician by trade, but he wanted to sing at his own funeral, and in fact he did [this is still not clear, how he did this. You just need a little clarification. For example by saying: “ …and in fact he did; here’s how: His grandchildren wrote a poem for him, accompanied by their mother on the mandolin. Another grandchild sang the dinner song I heard him sing so often. It brought tears to my eyes. So he’s still singing through others, these songs of his. He passed them down to his family. And to the people who were blessed enough to hear him sing, this is now incorporated into who we are.
I believe that sometimes what touches us the most is right under our nose and costs not a penny. In a world of high dollar solutions it is a simple task to let your voice join another in song; to join in these positive health giving vibrations together. Beyond the feeling of joy and sadness, there is an understanding of another that is deepened when voices are unified through the simple, yet profound act of singing.