The Best Gift Received, Is the One Where Memories Were Made

When I was a little girl, my parents' house was always filled with music.  The holidays were spent with family members and friends playing instruments and singing old favorites, while we either joined in or ran around playing with the sweet sound in the background.  These are special memories for me, and I sometimes wonder what my children will remember of music in their childhood.   We decided to give our parents the gift of music this year, for all the wonderful memories of music they have given to us.  We wanted to create a memory for them as a family…Tony's memories and mine, combined into something new…with our children carrying on this love of an art form that flows through us all in different ways. 

Antonia has just recently found her voice, and I will be honest…I didn't think she was ever going to be able to sing a lick.  But the girl surprises me daily, and I should know by now that she will do anything to prove me wrong.  But what surprised me even more, was the way she went from peeking around the corner of the control room, afraid to come in…to walking into the vocal booth like an old pro and singing her little heart out.  


The first memory I have of singing in front of people was probably around age six or seven.  My mom asked me to sing a song from the musical "Annie" for my grandfather.  I was shy and nervous, but I loved every minute of it.  From then on, my father would ask me to sing for neighbors and family friends on summer nights around campfires, and as I grew older, I sang at every opportunity.  But I was always shy.  It always made me nervous.  I was always uncomfortable in front of an audience.  But at five years old, my daughter blows me away.  She was so tiny in that booth, but her presence was enormous.  I am just so proud to be her mommy. 

While Tony and I were working on our vocals, Nia and Sammy played in the next room.  When we took a break, we noticed that she was drawing something on an app on my tablet...

"It's you, Mommy!  You are singing in the microphone and that's Daddy on the computer!"  I think Tony might have scooped my heart up off the floor and placed it back into my chest for me. 

This post is more for me than it is for you.  I want to document my memory of this day because Tony and I probably cried for at least two days afterwards every time we thought about the whole experience.  In the almost ten years we've been together, it was the first time we ever sang together, and to have our child sing with us was just such a gift.  When we are no longer with them, we know they can still hear our voices.  And I hope that they will remember how much love we had for each other and for them.  I hope they will always remember what Christmas really means, and I hope that music will be a special part of their childhood memories.  

It's nowhere near perfect, but it was a labor of love.  Music brought us together in the very beginning of our story, and it continues to weave its way in and out of the pages of my life.  I welcome it every time.

So, if you are interested, click below for 15 minutes you will never get back.  For me, it is a moment in time, captured.

Happy New Year!