Since Monster loved VBS so much, we decided to go for Round Two. Sunshine will be attending preschool at the local Methodist church. It just so happens this church is one of the only ones with a preschool VBS program as well. We signed the kids up. They were both thrilled because it was the same program as the other VBS Monster went to at the beginning of the summer. They both knew all the music and Monster knew the dances. They had a wonderful time. It reinforced the need to start going to church for Monster. I've never been one to "take comfort in the fact that God is with us", but my son does, and that's what matters.
Music is for what words alone can not express. Music is a huge part of our lives. I grew up in a house full of music. My father and mother were always singing and playing music. I was always singing and dancing. My mother played the flute when she was younger. I played the piano and drums when I was younger (and not the cool drums...the snare drum in band). For every moment in my life, there is song to go with it. When I'm happy, I listen to music. When I'm sad, I listen to music. When I'm bored, I listen to music. When I need to decompress, I listen to music. For everyone who watches Grey's Anatomy, you probably know how Meredith and Christina used to just turn on loud music and dance when times got tough. I've done that for YEARS. Way before Grey's Anatomy was ever even a concept in the writers' heads. Actually, I still do that. As for Husband, he, too, grew up with music surrounding him. He, too, always has music in his head. He's the guitar player in the family (because every family needs to have a guitar player).
Needless to say, our house is filled with music as well. From the moment Monster was born, his world has had music. I sang to him every night for the first year of his life. Actually, I've sang to him every day of his life thus far. Just now, the songs are different. Monster has always had an appreciation of all sorts of music. Sunshine loves music, too. She never wanted to be sung to though, which was hard for me. I love singing to my babies. Soft music calmed her, she just didn't want Mommy singing it. Now that she is older, she loves singing and dancing with me. She would still rather me not sing and she sing herself. I know she always has music in her head because she's always singing. She makes up songs for everything and dances around even when there's no music on.
I've said before that my life is like an episode of Glee (which I do not watch amazingly enough). It's not just me who breaks out into song. Well, it is just me who actually sings, but Husband thinks songs in his head when certain things are said, and will occasionally break out into actual song. Funniest thing is that both kids do it, too. They hear something that reminds them of a song and they just start to sing. It doesn't matter where we are, we sing. Monster is getting more self conscience of this. He's asked me not to break out into song in front of his friends. He's OK with me singing to the radio in front of them, but the random singing, he's a bit embarrassed about.
Thinking back, my life has always been an episode of Glee. My parents taught that to me. They would both randomly break out into song when something was said or a situation reminded them of a song....they still do. My mom still jams out in the car while she's driving. They, at 75 and 79 years old, also dance around singing.
Thank you for the music, the songs I'm singing. Thanks for all the joy they're bringing. Who can live without it, I ask in all honesty? What would life be, without a song or a dance, what are we? So I say thank you for the music. For giving it to me. And without further ado, the stylings of my kiddos... (please note Sunshine holding her imaginary microphone)