I'm sure many of you have parents or grandparents who re-use wrapping paper.
Both my parents grew up during the Great Depression (yes, they both are that old), and the word "save" to them was LAW. (Who am I kidding; it still is! <<grin>>)
So we could count on getting at least one present wrapped in paper re-used from the year before. And the year before that. Aaaaaaand the year before that. I seem to recall one particularly garish piece of wrapping paper that lasted at LEAST 4 years before it finally got too dilapidated to use again (accidentally, of course).
This year there won't be any presents from Mom. But the fact that I won't be receiving any presents from her doesn't make me as sad as the knowledge that I won't be laughing (or groaning) about re-cycled wrapping paper from her either.
Saturday, December 20, 2014
Monday, December 8, 2014
Of Choirs and a Mother's Love
I just finished a 3-choir-concert weekend with one of the choirs I sing in, Cantus Novus.
Whew! Singing may look easy, but it's actually a LOTTA work - at least, singing correctly is.
I've been singing most, if not all of my life. Up until age 19 I sang alto until a friendly voice teacher and choral director in college clued me in to the fact that I was actually a soprano. Go figure!
And during this loooong singing "career," my mother has been to almost every concert and/or event I've been in. During my college years I wasn't even a soloist, but she would still make the trip to hear me sing in concerts, at least once a year.
And the college I went to was 4.5 hours away. Now THAT's motherly love.
This same mother was at one of this weekend's concerts, same as always. And she enjoyed it, same as always. But afterwards...she listened to me bragging while introducing her to someone at the reception, saying, "This is the my mom, who used to come all the way to Mansfield University in upstate PA to hear me sing, and I wasn't even a soloist then!" Hearing this, she looked at me and said, "No, I did NOT!"
Yes, Mom, you did. And each trip you made caused me to adore you more, and thank God for you more.
As the song goes, I'm everything I am because you loved me.
Whew! Singing may look easy, but it's actually a LOTTA work - at least, singing correctly is.
I've been singing most, if not all of my life. Up until age 19 I sang alto until a friendly voice teacher and choral director in college clued me in to the fact that I was actually a soprano. Go figure!
And during this loooong singing "career," my mother has been to almost every concert and/or event I've been in. During my college years I wasn't even a soloist, but she would still make the trip to hear me sing in concerts, at least once a year.
And the college I went to was 4.5 hours away. Now THAT's motherly love.
This same mother was at one of this weekend's concerts, same as always. And she enjoyed it, same as always. But afterwards...she listened to me bragging while introducing her to someone at the reception, saying, "This is the my mom, who used to come all the way to Mansfield University in upstate PA to hear me sing, and I wasn't even a soloist then!" Hearing this, she looked at me and said, "No, I did NOT!"
Yes, Mom, you did. And each trip you made caused me to adore you more, and thank God for you more.
As the song goes, I'm everything I am because you loved me.
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