I found Anna in her bed this morning reading Betsy In Spite of Herself. I asked her what she was thankful for today, and she said, “That there could be so many words in books so we can learn more words.” Seeing her reading in the …
Month: May 2014
This morning we had a few extra smiles, which is always my favorite way to start the day. When Rebecca was headed out the door to school, she passed my room and said, “Love you, Mom.” I answered, “Love you! Goodnight!” I didn’t mean to …
From the time our children were born, I sang to them. Now, I am no professional singer, but there’s something about singing that helps you to share what’s in your heart even better than simply spoken words–so I love to sing. It seemed only natural to sing to my children from their first days on earth.
Two things surprised me after I started.
One: I had sung to Sarah for months, including these songs every night: “I Am a Child of God,” “Families Can Be Together Forever,” and “Angel Lullaby.” She hadn’t spoken any words yet. Then one night when I was holding her in my arms and rocking her in the rocking chair, I paused while singing “I Am a Child of God.” During the pause, she sang the word that I hadn’t sung yet! It completely caught me off guard! She knew the words, and she was singing them!
When I told my mom, she said that I, too, had sung before I spoke!
Two: I mentioned how when Elder Livingston called home, he was feeling pretty homesick. He asked for me to sing to him, one of those songs I had sung all of his childhood. It touched me so much that of all the things he wanted during our two minutes together, it was a song.
If I were to make a list of “Most Important Things to Do with Your Babies,” I would definitely put singing to them up at the top. And don’t worry about what kind of voice you have, because your voice will always hold a special place in their heart.
P.S. My friend’s husband helped put this video together. It’s my favorite video of “I Am a Child of God.”
P.S. Here is the song “Angel Lullaby.”
P.S. Rebecca’s choir auditioned for “America’s Got Talent,” and they might be on the season opener tonight. We’re going to be watching to see if they’re on tonight’s show!
Some seeds you plant in your children don’t sprout for years.
I remember my mom buying me a fiddling music book when I was maybe 8? 10? 12? I don’t know, but it’s been over 30 years ago.
I hardly opened the book because I had a real mind block over sight-reading. I was learning violin by the Suzuki method and relied on my ear to teach me the notes. I didn’t understand key signatures, note values, or rhythms well, and the more the years passed, the less I wanted to learn because I felt so overwhelmed by it.
When I recently started teaching violin lessons “for real” (i.e. not related to Beginning Orchestra last semester), I have started practicing myself again. In our first lesson (at the end), I asked my student to pick a song from an old Suzuki book for me to play for her. My playing was rusty, so after she left, I kept on playing.
It has been really wonderful! It is so easy to practice for an hour, to work on a trill or an intonation spot or to sight read just for fun. After years of attending music lessons with my children and beginning myself to teach key signatures, note values, and rhythms, I’m starting to understand it for myself. My fears are dying; I want so much to grow this plant of knowledge.
Hence this old fiddling book. I’ve been sight-reading for fun and having a good ol’ time.
I just need some children to dance in my family room now! (Peter and Anna take off since I practice after I finish practicing with them, and when they are “free,” they fly off to play! The irony of being an adult: when practicing can be your play!)
Sarah came over last night after work and accompanied me on the piano. What a sweet, golden moment! I could have played with her for another hour. (Thanks, Sare.)
Music is the best. Thanks, Mom! Listening to me play, Eliza said she likes it. That’s enough motivation right there for me to keep on going. I’m in heaven.
Today was a life lesson learned. Not a big one, not really a crisis, but something I didn’t laugh about when it happened. I kind of wanted to cry. But then I just figured it was something to learn from and laugh about later. LIVE …
I just saw this beautiful painting on the inside back cover of the May 2014 Ensign. To my delight, it is a scene from my family history! Isaac Morley (Sr.), my third great-grandfather, lent his copy of the Book of Mormon to Mary Elizabeth Rollins, a young girl who lived in Kirtland, Ohio, and was already a member of the young Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. Copies of the newly-printed book were rare in those days. She saw that Isaac Morley had one and asked to borrow it. He wasn’t going to, because he was going to use it that evening, but saw her expression and said she could keep it for one night and return it before breakfast in the morning.
She kept her word and did so, even having read a chapter and memorized the first verse in it before returning it to Isaac. When he asked her about how much she had read and if she could recall any of what she read, and she quoted the verse she memorized, he said she could keep it longer and read it.
The Friend magazine printed her story last year. It says a lot about young Mary and what she was like, even as a child. Mary and her sister knew the value of the scriptures and acted very courageously in the face of great danger to save the Doctrine and Covenants. That story was printed here.
I like to think my love of truth found in great books and my desire to share them started with my great, great, great grandfather!
P.S. Many thanks to Elspeth Young who painted this. I love beautiful art, and this is a new addition to my list of favorites! (Click on the painting to go to the website to learn more about the painting or purchase it.)
(It’s double duty on “Tuesday’s Terrific Tip” today!) When someone in our family has some respiratory something going on, we use three things: Badger brand Aromatic Chest Rub with some Breathe and some On Guard blend of essential oils mixed in. We rub …