Long story short, I’m not an awesome singer. I don’t think I’m the worst singer either because, you know, I've seen enough The Voice and American Idol episodes, but I can't say I'll be signing a recording contract anytime soon. Still, I sing on the regular and, because my son has yet to reach the age where he can voice his disdain, I'm going to assume he (clearly) likes it. Or not. I don't know, actually. I spent a fair share of my time (while belting that falsetto) wondering what my kid thinks about my singing, but those thoughts don't stop me from continuing to harmonize. Sorry, kid. In fact, more often than not I am signing especially for my son, so here's hoping he enjoys it, right?
If you’ve ever knocked on my door or called my phone, or had to wait forever for me to reply to a text, please accept my humble apologies. I may or may not have been listening to pop music at an insanely high volume, and missed your attempts to reach out. I don’t present this information because I think I’m unique, but just to give context, because it’s not like I haven’t been exposed to good music. I guess I could blame my less-than-stellar pipes on the music selection I was raised on, but in the end it's as simple as; I like my jams and singing to them and dancing to them and the moments that I spent singing and dancing with my son are, regardless of said tunes or my voice, the absolute best.
Which is why I think I have a very good idea of not just what my kid thinks when I sing, but what every kid thinks when their parents are belting out their favorite jam, even if it's a tad off-key. I mean, if it either gets them to wiggle around or fall asleep, we're winning.