Aging gracefully with song
Event 1:
Michael walked into the kitchen to help me fix breakfast belting out some random tune at the top of his lungs. The song continued with great gusto in as operettic a style as possible. I did my best to tolerate the noise but finally, with ear drums ringing, I begged for mercy.
“Mom,” Michael paused long enough to reply, “You are going to just have to get use to this because I have a lifetime of singing ahead.”
Event 2:
We are sitting at the breakfast table. Michael studies daddy for a moment. “You know dad,” he says very matter of factly, “You are getting old. See you have white hair!”
“Well,” AMY counters, “He isn’t THAT old. But he does have white hair. Do you know what I saw on Grandma Sherry?”
“I have no idea, what did you see.” I honestly want to know.
“Well I noticed that Grandma Sherry has a lot of white hair now that she didn’t used to have. So I told her that she has white hair. She thanked me for telling her. I guess she hadn’t noticed.”
Michael walked into the kitchen to help me fix breakfast belting out some random tune at the top of his lungs. The song continued with great gusto in as operettic a style as possible. I did my best to tolerate the noise but finally, with ear drums ringing, I begged for mercy.
“Mom,” Michael paused long enough to reply, “You are going to just have to get use to this because I have a lifetime of singing ahead.”
Event 2:
We are sitting at the breakfast table. Michael studies daddy for a moment. “You know dad,” he says very matter of factly, “You are getting old. See you have white hair!”
“Well,” AMY counters, “He isn’t THAT old. But he does have white hair. Do you know what I saw on Grandma Sherry?”
“I have no idea, what did you see.” I honestly want to know.
“Well I noticed that Grandma Sherry has a lot of white hair now that she didn’t used to have. So I told her that she has white hair. She thanked me for telling her. I guess she hadn’t noticed.”
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