More Bragging
but you know, I have to do it when I can.

This time it is about my oldest son. In music class at his school, each child is given the chance to sing aloud, alone, in front of the class. The song is the free choice of the child and the music teacher tapes the performance.

Well, my oldest. He can sing whatever, WHATEVER he wants. And he can sing it eerily, sometimes, exactly as he heard it. For instance, he can do a fantastic Nell Carter song. But that isn’t what he chose to do. Actually, I’m shocked that he sang a song loud enough for anyone to hear. Because, even though he sings loudly all the time at home, singing in front of — or with– others is just something that he doesn’t do.

He must have been feeling confident or something that day because he sang Yackety Yack. He sang it really well. And when he was done, all of his classmates were on their feet, yelling and clapping and shouting for an encore. Typing it out almost makes me mist up. Because it was all so normal. And because he was showing some of the gift that he has been given. Not everyone has that ear. Not everyone has that voice. Almost everyone has normal. Sometimes he gets close.