Today, before, “good morning,” or “what’s for breakfast,” my littlest man opens his eyes and declares, “I can sing anytime I want to.”
He’s saying it, not in a “you’re not the boss of me way'” but rather as though it’s just occurred to him that his voice will work on command, that he is able to sing if ever the mood strikes him.
This pleases him to no end, and he commences to singing about everything… “I want some milkie now… la la la la la la… I think the bed is wet… hmmm hmm hmm hmm ha… you can’t have fries for breakfast…. mmmm mmm mmm mm mm…. maybe chocolate though… la la la la la la”
He had us all completely doubled over in laughter.
His brother spit milk across the table, laughing so hard.
And then Ryder sang about that too.
I cannot help but be amazed by this child, by all of them really.
If they want to try on a new hat, they just do.
If they feel like skipping, they do that too.
They are not afraid to stand out.
They are not afraid to try something, and maybe fail.
They don’t care who is looking.
They are not the kind of people who settle for being a cheap imitation of someone else’s ideal. They are the real thing.
I think they are pretty wise. So, today, I was the student. I sat right down and painted with them. I did what they did. I didn’t try to make anything in particular, I just mixed colors, smooshed my hands across the painted pages, made swirlies with the brush, and sang, about everything and nothing at all.
And you know what? They’re on to something here.
It feels really good to stop thinking so much, to just play, to know that you can sing anytime you want to.