Day 13

I wonder if my daughter knows how bad I am at singing. The last couple of days when she’s been fussy and I know she’s not hungry I have been walking her around the living room singing a calming number or humming a melody. The only problem is I’m pretty sure I am tone deaf. I’ve always been a bit self conscious about my singing ability too. I know I’m not very good, so I don’t push my luck and sing for crowds.

That said, I’ll still fill the car with my flat pitch when I’m alone or with my wife. This holiday season also happens to bring some of my favorite tunes to the spotlight. I’m really big into a few holiday hymns or religious-adjacent songs for some unknown reason. Ave Maria, O Come O Come Emmanuel, How Great Thou Art, and Hallelujah are some favorites of mine. These songs just speak to me.

I don’t know if my daughter is particularly soothed by my singing, but it always seems like a good idea at the time. I’m sure there will come a day when she tells me, “Dad, you should stop singing. You’re not very good.” Until then, I sing on!

So long for now.

Felix