We’re a family that likes to play games: Uno, Blokus, Sorry, Trouble, Charades… We try to make time at least once a week to play together. Another family tradition we have on these nights are the musical stylings of none other than… myself.
I’ve paid my dues, time after time.
So, I’m not exactly musical, at all. In fact, I’m rather tone deaf, but I more than compensate for this with sheer enthusiasm.
I’ve served my sentence, but committed no crime.
“No, Mom, not again! Why must she keep doing this?”
And bad mistakes, I’ve made a few.
Cue the groaning and eye rolling. The occasional pillow is thrown my way, but don’t fear, I am spry. I don’t want to die with this music in me!
I’ve had my share of sand kicked in my face, but I’ve come through!
This is where it gets loud!
I AM THE CHAMPION MY FRIENDS
AND I’LL KEEP ON FIGHTING TO THE END!
I AM THE CHAMPION!
I AM THE CHAMPION!
NO TIME FOR LOSERS, CAUSE I AM THE CHAMPION…. OF THE WORLD!
In addition to illustrating what an incredibly gracious winner I am, this little conert is an example of one of our family’s greatest strengths. We are silly.
When the girls were little Glen use to tickle them while singing “May the bird of paradise fly up your nose, may an elephant caresse you with his toes…” I’m pretty sure HIS Dad used to sing it to him. My Dad preferred to make up his own words and was more likely to bellow bizarre phrases than sing. The words “Total Alabama!” were a frequent exclamation. I have no idea what it means, but it still makes me smile.
I don’t know what it is about kids that awaken the inner goofball. Both my husband and my father are fairly quiet and reserved people in most situations, but they can behave like complete nutbars with their children. It’s fun to laugh at and with each other, but it’s so much more than that.
Our absurd rituals and goofy traditions build intimacy. We create a weird and crazy world that is uniquely ours. Yes, we discipline, we fight, we build routines to make life run smoother… we love each other in hundreds of practical ways. But there’s something precious about the fun times when we truly LIKE each other too.
So here’s me, singing on and on and on and on.