My brother used to get pissed off when my Mom and I sang in the car. He would get particularly angry if we harmonized. I think he hated it that I was in a madrigal group in college. He accused us all of “wearing too much make-up”. I don’t think he bought my explanation of how stage lighting washes you out.
Claudia reminds me of my brother a lot sometimes. She has been carry around this teddy bear that used to be his lately. She stole it from my Mom’s house.
Sometimes when I sing to the kids they say “Again! Again!” But sometimes Claudia says “No, Mommy”.
The other day we were working on the alphabet song when she pulled a “No Mommy”. This is what I told her. “Claudia. I am a classically trained singer. People PAY me to do this, and you are telling me no? How would you like it if I found you some tone deaf Mommy to teach you the A B C’s?” After that probably called her an ingrate or possibly a jerk. I’m pretty sensitive to vocal criticism, especially from someone who enjoys Elmo’s singing.
One of my best friends is a REAL professional singer. She gets paid to sing on a regular basis and she teaches voice too. Her mother is tone deaf. She cracks me up when she will try to sing songs her Mom taught her when she was little. There isn’t any melody involved. Somehow she learned how to love music anyway. My own mother sings quite well. I can remember telling her not to sing, but mostly it was when she was singing to wake me up and I am NOT a morning person.
You know, now that I’m thinking about it, Claudia is the same kid that is always trying to get me to draw fish or cats for her on her magnadoodle. I am a terrible artist even on paper, but on the magnadoodle I am the worst. I am also pretty sure she has a crush on Bob the Builder. Maybe I shouldn’t feel bad about her not liking my singing. She has terrible taste.