I know my family has found the sweet spot in the day when my orange-hair, freckle face 16-year-old starts to sing.
You will not hear him on an album. His ministry-minded middle is in the Moody Men’s Choir and he sings with wild abandon. He sings almost too much. I love it, don’t get me wrong but there’s a sharp contract between the two.
Isaac, though, most of his songs are silly and they are less frequent. These songs can be of the suburban white-boy rap quality busting bad rhymes about important things like how much he hates swiss chard
or cleaning the marble kitchen island
You know, deeply emotional things…NOT
Quite a few are about me being his mom.
Oh these make me giggle
But more importantly they tell me something very important.
He feels safe.
When I sing, it means I am allowing you to hear my voice. You have been permitted to hear my non-musical melodies. I have deemed you safe. When I am off-pitch or goof up a word, if you are hearing my song, you have been given a gift not necessarily in the form of sound but in the form of security.
When people sing in this family, it brings more than music to my ears. It brings healing.
Question: When someone in your family sings, what does that mean to your heart?