Last night my 8 year old daughter pushed a note under the sitting room door as she does on occassion. Usually it's way past her bedtime, there have been hijinks, she has tormented her brother and the note contains 'I love you messages', 'I'm sorry' messages, 'Your the best Mam in the world' messages. Last night it simply read ' Your a star Mam...p.s. p don't sing.
There are many things I like to do one of which is singing. I like to sing in the shower, doing the housework, I've even been known to break into song in the supermarket. I first realised I was no Celine Dion or Whitney Houston when my children were small. I taught them all the nursey rhymes I knew, sang along with Barney, Balamory and all their other favourite shows. It was only when my little angels started to mimic my singing I realised how out of tune they were. At first I thought perhaps they weren't blessed with their mother's singing genes but as they grow older I realise they have lovely singing voices and clearly take after Daddy.
I never wanted to enter the XFACTOR, The Voice or any of the other singing shows on TV. I never dreamt of smiling from ear to ear with a plantinum album in my hand. I never watched Susan Boyle on 'Britain's got Talent' and thought it could be me. However, I have been know to use my hairbrush as a microphone and sing Abba whilst dancing around the bedroom or sung the latest chart music whilst dancing aroung the sitting room with the vacuum cleaner (We've all done that, haven't we?)
Out of the mouth of babes. My singing career is over but I have now found a new secret weapon!!! the threat of singing.....in front of my childrens' friends, at bedtime when children won't stay in bed, in the car when they start bickering in the back seat...