My kids and I.
Denzel and I went out looking for some good Christmas albums, trust me, you need something cheerful when temperatures outside are in the negative. Which me makes me wonder, what set of insane people leave their warm country for Europe, to come harden into ice! Seriously! So, shopping for music. We couldn’t agree between 2 cds so guess what we did, yap, we bought them both , in defiance ofcourse, each paying for their choice seperately.
But they are both good, the albums. My kids have sang and sang and sang. Now we are dancing. I used to wonder when they’d grow and we would sing together. Denzel, if I have not told it before, hear it now, can’t sing. His attempt at singing usually ends up sounding like he is reading a speech. For a girl who had hoped for a guitar-strumming, body-jerking-and-head-thrown-back-in-song-husband, the disappointment, very early on, either during our courtship or marriage, don’t recall which, was a case close to trauma. How does one not sing? What would we do when we got old? So, you’d understand my joy at having kids who can sing! I am so very happy. Mish is a promising singer. Lau a good dancer, Alex and I perform our own version of a waltz, his tiny arms trying but failing to fully go round my waist.
But because they sometimes get the lyrics wrong, I find myself wondering whether a mother that googles lyrics for her kids isn’t taking things a little too far? This is the point where I begin to ask myself, shouldn’t I be acting more grown up with the kids? Then, I close the case when I look at Lau. She is starting to look a bit like um, a big girl. The thought that I can waste a minute not having a good time with her would be the most stupid. For that reason, we sing, we dance and when Denzel is out for a drink with his buddies, as he is now, we turn up the volume a little louder, and shut the windows. This is Switzerland, you don’t make noise for your neighbours.
Next though, I want Denzel to film us doing our own version of karaokee, and dancing. This is one of our current favorites…
This one is for my ‘can’t-sing-Denzel’ In my otherwise private world of fantasy, this is the kind of song Denzel sings me, all the while, his eyes never leaving mine.
