As I briefly mentioned in my What I’ve Learned In The Past 6 Months blog — I don’t know the words to nearly as many songs as I thought I did. Classic songs. Children’s Songs. Christmas Songs. Country Songs. I’ve been singing these for years! Or, at least, I thought I was…
Here is why I would be led to thinking that:
1. I thought I knew all the words to the songs I was singing in my car. Because I was singing them. And I was kick ass.
2. I thought I would know all the words to the classic children’s songs because they had been sung to me. And I was a Girl Scout, so I sang them for many, many, many years.
3. I surely knew all the words to Christmas songs because I love Christmas, I love singing, and I used to sing in school choirs in which a Christmas-themed concert was always done.
I come from a singing family! We sing a lot. My sister and I used to harmonize to songs while on camping trips (other campers loved it…), my mom made up songs for me as a baby, I was a musical theater nerd growing up! Dude. I know I know songs!
No. No, I don’t.
The thing is that now that I have Thomas, I am actually realizing I have had no idea what I’m singing.
I didn’t know the words to Jesus Loves Me. No, really. I was singing, “Jesus loves me, this I know, for the Bible tells me so, Little one who hears below, they are weak but He is strong.”
So one night I’m singing it to Thomas when I realize, wait. This makes absolutely no sense. Little one who hears below?! I had to ask Kevin. And he told me what I was supposed to be singing. After he stopped pointing and laughing at me.
(Seriously, it’s still hard for me to remember “Little ones to Him belong.” I’ve been singing it wrong for too long!)
During one particularly tough car trip, I sang every song I knew so I had to move on to Christmas. And it turns out that I have no idea what the words are to Hark The Herald Angels Sing. Not at all. I know the first line or two. The first line is the title of the song, so I guess that’s why I could handle that.
And randomly, I couldn’t remember very many animals when I was trying to sing Old Macdonald Had A Farm. I had a chicken, a cow, a horse, a dog and a cat. Is that it? I thought I remember that song being long. It doesn’t really matter, though, because Tom absolutely HATES that song. Isn’t that weird? Hates it. He cries or fusses anytime I attempt it. I will stop now.
I will say that Tom has been introduced to quite a few different songs — including the Latin song we sang for a high school competition, the Hallelujah chorus, Taylor Swift and Miranda Lambert, a song called the Monday Morning Flu that I sang in a play in 8th grade, Silent Night, the 50 States In Rhyme, Do Re Mi and even the Girl Scout song. (I couldn’t help it. It was the only thing that came to me.) Of course, I’m singing them all wrong and whenever I can’t remember the words I usually just sing “Thomas is cute, Thomas in neat, Thomas is not yet allowed to eat meat.”
(When my mom made up songs for us as children, they were much cuter. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.)
The bottom line is this — my child may grow up to sing weird-made-up-not-correct songs. But Jesus will still love him. After all, he is a little one who hears below.