I have a family member who lives to sing and I am not talking about me. I love to sing, I am passionate about music, singing lies deep within my soul.
I love to sing and connect to God and people. But my youngest daughter takes the love of singing to a deeper level I have yet to see or hear on earth…maybe only the angels could compete with her. She sings all day, even as she is going to sleep. Nothing holds her back, even her siblings!
She sings in the supermarket, elevators, paddocks, and even awkward quiet moments where silence is expected (recently, the moment in communion when everyone was silently reflecting was shattered by her singing very loudly “Kookaburra sits in the old gum tree…”)
Her singing is full of joy, full of freedom, and full of total abandonment. She doesn’t care what people think, and she doesn’t care if she gets the words wrong. There is one thing that has always happened when she sings, no matter where or when it is – people smile. It’s like they can’t help themselves. There is something about listening to a child freely sing that reminds us that that is how we are meant to be. Free.
I have learned a great deal from watching my daughter sing. I have learned how much I have to unlearn. I wrote a song called “Like a child” when I was about 18. It was the title track of my very first album. And as I come back from tucking my daughter into bed where she sang yet another song, her song of joy reminds me how much I have yet to learn.