I love to sing. I am not great at it, but I love to sing. I sing in the shower. I sing in the car. I serenade my children just about everyday. The weird thing about my singing is not the quality, quantity, or location. The weird thing is that my song selection does not take into consideration the gender of the author or lyrics of the song. I frequently sing songs written and performed by women (often meant to be sung to a man).
Examples include Whitney Houston’s “How Will I Know”, Celion Dion’s “I’m Your Lady”, Salt N’ Pepa’s “What a Man”. Most recently I have been singing the song from the Mulan sound track “Reflection”. My favorite part of the song to sing and read is the chorus…”Who is that girl I see, staring straight back at me? When will my reflection show who I am inside?” I sing this song at least once a day to all my kids. They smile. They laugh. They join.
Last weekend we went with some friends to Disney on Ice at the Staples Center. We had a blast. Our kids loved the show. #5 was sitting on my lap enjoying the performances and clapping for each Disney character that emerged. During the princess performances Mulan came out to the song “Reflection”. As she skates across the ice #5 leans over and says, “Daddy, it’s your song! It’s your song! Look Mulan is ice skating to your song!” That moment opened my eyes to the fact that I should probably be more careful in my song selection. I am not sure if it is healthy that my children associate the baring of my soul as a search for the inner girl inside.