Tiger just said to me, “Have you noticed you are singing again? I tell Lily, ‘You gave mommy her song back.’” I think it is true. I am singing again. How poetic.
I used to sing all the time. I mean all the time; it mortified my sister. I wouldn’t even know I was singing—at tennis practice, at the mall, anywhere, everywhere, and all the time. I’m not sure exactly when this stopped, but it was about 5 or 6 years ago. It may have stopped abruptly after my repertoire concert at a Coffee House (when all my musical leanings stopped suddenly) but I can’t be certain.
I’ve tried to force myself to need music again several times over the years. Not missing it more than I do seems wrong, indecent almost. It used to be my driving force, then, bam, nothing. Nothing. Nothing. No more poetry, either.
I hoped motherhood would bring back a song to my heart. Perhaps she will be the catalyst that brings music back to me. Or perhaps that chapter is closed for good and writing will forever take its place.
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