It used to be that I sang alot. Sang in high school choirs, sang in church choirs, sang with small groups for various church activities through the years. You know, music was always there. I knew I wasn't the best singer in the world- no Natalie Merchant- but I loved it. Music really makes me happy. I did, however, wonder when my voice would be rich and big and beautiful like my mom's. In my teens I thought it would be in my twenties. In my twenties I decided that I would always sound like a small child when I sang next to my mom. Last night I received my A.I. revelation. Adam and Kris were the last two in the competition. I have always adored Adam, I mean the guy sings "Mad World" and I get the chills, but all of the sudden I found that Kris was growing on me. Adam's voice was bigger, more impressive, but Kris' was simple, straight forward, and nice to listen to as well. It suited him and the songs he chose to sing. He had his own part to play.
I will never sing like my mom. My voice was not meant for solos in the Messiah.
This brings me to what I learned from Rebecca. The other day we were discussing singing and our ward choir and I was lamenting the fact that I couldn't join. I just can not leave Mike to get all of the kids ready every Sunday morning so I can go to choir. You know, it's the whole "everything has its season thing." I told Rebecca that the one thing I was scared of is not using my "talent" no matter its insignificance (the Lord thought it best to create me with no real discernible talents, I'm not fishing, just stating the facts). Rebecca looked at me and said "But you do. You sing to your children all the time, they love your singing. You know more silly songs than I could imagine (thank you Girls' Camp and Raffi) and I thought I knew alot of songs (Rebecca went camping with us and Sawyer and Ellyn were a little fussy so we started singing... and singing and singing as the two oldest girls requested all their favorites).
It was like a ray of sunshine. I was using my talent and for the most noble purpose I could imagine, to bring happiness, comfort, and fun, to my four beautiful children. I'm not meant for solos in The Messiah, I'm meant for solos or small groups kneeling next to a bed, or driving in the van, or around a campfire, or dancing in the kitchen (we rock out to Mama Mia all the time. Mike puts on his earphones in the living room), and I'm okay with that. Well it's time to go make dinner, maybe I'll make some carrot stew (carrot stew, carrot stew, its our favorite thing to do. Get a pot and a carrot or twooooo and cook up some carrot stew).
There you have it, deep thoughts by Brooke Stinchfield
I will never sing like my mom. My voice was not meant for solos in the Messiah.
This brings me to what I learned from Rebecca. The other day we were discussing singing and our ward choir and I was lamenting the fact that I couldn't join. I just can not leave Mike to get all of the kids ready every Sunday morning so I can go to choir. You know, it's the whole "everything has its season thing." I told Rebecca that the one thing I was scared of is not using my "talent" no matter its insignificance (the Lord thought it best to create me with no real discernible talents, I'm not fishing, just stating the facts). Rebecca looked at me and said "But you do. You sing to your children all the time, they love your singing. You know more silly songs than I could imagine (thank you Girls' Camp and Raffi) and I thought I knew alot of songs (Rebecca went camping with us and Sawyer and Ellyn were a little fussy so we started singing... and singing and singing as the two oldest girls requested all their favorites).
It was like a ray of sunshine. I was using my talent and for the most noble purpose I could imagine, to bring happiness, comfort, and fun, to my four beautiful children. I'm not meant for solos in The Messiah, I'm meant for solos or small groups kneeling next to a bed, or driving in the van, or around a campfire, or dancing in the kitchen (we rock out to Mama Mia all the time. Mike puts on his earphones in the living room), and I'm okay with that. Well it's time to go make dinner, maybe I'll make some carrot stew (carrot stew, carrot stew, its our favorite thing to do. Get a pot and a carrot or twooooo and cook up some carrot stew).
There you have it, deep thoughts by Brooke Stinchfield
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