This is such a beautiful post! My kids loved singing all the old broadway songs. Also singing really helps tone the Vagus nerve which helps your stress level.
Thanks for the comment, and love the vagus nerve connection! I’m all for when science and everyday life line up like that. Singing’s become a reset for us too. We break into the “old” songs all the time, which my boys swear are by the Beatles. Our youngest, Drew, is convinced Hey Jude was written for him…
it’s Hey Drew in our house now, and it always shifts the mood.
I love this perspective! My musician husband and I have three kids. He can sing, play every instrument, makes beats, records, produces, you name it. For fifteen years I never sang. Because well- the sound of my voice. It's not the singing kind. But I LOVE SINGING and dancing with my kids. This past weekend, due to a swollen face from a tooth infection- I took my husband's place and took my two teenage boys (13&14) to a Lil Tecca concert. I only knew one song. He's all the hype in their world. I am 42, so it's been about 20 years since my last trip inside a mosh pit. I pushed and jumped my way to the front for two hours and we finallyade it for the last song. The looks on their the faces, to see me do that for them, and be sweaty and loud and all in- is a memory I will never forget. WE will never forget. This is why when a song comes in and I feel it, I want to sing, dance, jump around- I do it. Without hesitation. That part of my existence was shut down for too many years because I worried about what others thought. Now I think about what my sons think, and I know they think I'm the G.O.A.T. cause they tell me. And I think music is a mountain of magic that everyone needs to enjoy regularly. Loud and wild, not reserved and humming. It's about FEELING IT, not feeling cautious about how you experience it. I'm glad you shared this, I just decided to cancel my plans to fold laundry and watch Netflix, and instead, I'm having a living room party with my kids and Alexa. And we're gonna get loud, and enjoy Every. Single. Song. 💕 🎶 😁
That’s awesome, what a story. You captured exactly what I hoped to get across in that piece: it’s not about how good we sound, it’s about being fully in it.
The image of you pushing through a mosh pit just to share that moment with your boys? That’s the kind of loud love they’ll remember forever.
Also, canceling laundry for a living room concert might be the best parenting decision I’ve heard all week.
this is so beautiful!! I do this with my daughter. my son isn’t really into it, but sometimes he can’t help himself and he dances with us 😜 the joy is contagious!!
Kitchen concerts are undefeated. Five stars for joy, zero stars for sound quality. Grateful my kids don’t care about pitch, only presence. Great piece!
There's no space where songs are safe in my family... we butcher them everywhere, and if we don't speak the language of the song? We make ourselves speak it anyways 😀
This is such a beautiful post! My kids loved singing all the old broadway songs. Also singing really helps tone the Vagus nerve which helps your stress level.
Thanks for the comment, and love the vagus nerve connection! I’m all for when science and everyday life line up like that. Singing’s become a reset for us too. We break into the “old” songs all the time, which my boys swear are by the Beatles. Our youngest, Drew, is convinced Hey Jude was written for him…
it’s Hey Drew in our house now, and it always shifts the mood.
I love this perspective! My musician husband and I have three kids. He can sing, play every instrument, makes beats, records, produces, you name it. For fifteen years I never sang. Because well- the sound of my voice. It's not the singing kind. But I LOVE SINGING and dancing with my kids. This past weekend, due to a swollen face from a tooth infection- I took my husband's place and took my two teenage boys (13&14) to a Lil Tecca concert. I only knew one song. He's all the hype in their world. I am 42, so it's been about 20 years since my last trip inside a mosh pit. I pushed and jumped my way to the front for two hours and we finallyade it for the last song. The looks on their the faces, to see me do that for them, and be sweaty and loud and all in- is a memory I will never forget. WE will never forget. This is why when a song comes in and I feel it, I want to sing, dance, jump around- I do it. Without hesitation. That part of my existence was shut down for too many years because I worried about what others thought. Now I think about what my sons think, and I know they think I'm the G.O.A.T. cause they tell me. And I think music is a mountain of magic that everyone needs to enjoy regularly. Loud and wild, not reserved and humming. It's about FEELING IT, not feeling cautious about how you experience it. I'm glad you shared this, I just decided to cancel my plans to fold laundry and watch Netflix, and instead, I'm having a living room party with my kids and Alexa. And we're gonna get loud, and enjoy Every. Single. Song. 💕 🎶 😁
That’s awesome, what a story. You captured exactly what I hoped to get across in that piece: it’s not about how good we sound, it’s about being fully in it.
The image of you pushing through a mosh pit just to share that moment with your boys? That’s the kind of loud love they’ll remember forever.
Also, canceling laundry for a living room concert might be the best parenting decision I’ve heard all week.
this is so beautiful!! I do this with my daughter. my son isn’t really into it, but sometimes he can’t help himself and he dances with us 😜 the joy is contagious!!
When one of my boys resists, I just crank up the volume and get sillier. Works every time…
it’s hard to hold your ground when Dad’s breaking out his worst dance moves.
Once he cracks, game over.
Kitchen concerts are undefeated. Five stars for joy, zero stars for sound quality. Grateful my kids don’t care about pitch, only presence. Great piece!
Totally agree. Our kitchen concerts sound like two blenders trying to harmonize while the music blares in the background…
but the memories hit all the right notes.
Presence always beats pitch.
There's no space where songs are safe in my family... we butcher them everywhere, and if we don't speak the language of the song? We make ourselves speak it anyways 😀
Heck. If I don’t know the words, I just make them up!