It is a moment I will not soon forget.
My favourite song, sung by my husband, played on keyboard by my son, and danced by my daughter: Leonard Cohen’s Hallelujah.
It was an unplanned gift.
We had been hearing snippets of Christmas songs at home, lines practiced but not shared so as not to spoil the surprise.
We arrived early so we could sit close to watch our children in their school Christmas concert.
A Christmas cup song and rocking jingle bells were executed without a hitch.
Seeing our son and daughter on stage is the sweetest thing.
There is so much to see while driving: the road a crevice in the landscape of trees, the expanse of blue sky above, snaking rivers below.
I enjoy the ride as much as the arrival.
Music and conversation fill the car. Scenes slip by on either side of the road.
The moment I loved the best on this ride was the music coming from the back seat: Our children singing a duet from “Teen Beach Movie”. My husband and I sat grinning in the front seat while they sang song after song, word for word.
This is the moment I will remember.
I don’t sing in public. Ever.
My kids tell me my singing voice is terrible, and ask me not to sing in the car. But I love to sing, and do it anyway. Just not around anyone outside of my family.
Yesterday, while walking on the beach, though, the kids and I broke into song: “Five Green and Speckled Frogs”.
It was fun and not the least bit embarrassing. (Strong winds and no one else in sight probably helped.)
Maybe I should sing more and care less.