Robby's Song...

When Scott and I first began dating, I used to try to avoid singing in front of him because I know that I have absolutely no vocal talent. Unfortunately for my audience, what I lack in talent I make up for in enthusiasm. Within a few months of dating, my self-imposed singing ban was history and I was back to belting out the tunes.

I've been singing to Robby since he was born. I had a song that I would sing when feeding him with a bottle, changing his diapers and giving him a bath. He inherited my love, and unfortunately my talent, for singing. Now Scott suffers through both of us belting out tunes in the car, in the kitchen and now on our karaoke machine.

The radio is constantly playing in my house and car. Much to my husband's chagrin, I love country music and show tunes. I can belt out Carrie Underwood with the best of them. Well, maybe not as good as the best of them, but certainly as loud!

I have a selection of kid's CD's for Robby, but I often forget to turn them on in the car. Usually my music is playing as Robby sings along in his car seat, happily keeping the beat with his foot against the back of the passenger seat in front of him. He has no inhibitions when it comes to singing. My poor little guy is going to be deflated when he learns that others will not appreciate his abilities as much as his Momom!

Due to my room mom duties, I happened to be in Robby's classroom during "circle time." The teacher went through the morning routine, talking with each child and discussing the agenda for the day. I was trying to stay focused on my task, but it was difficult not to watch Robby's interaction with his peers. I felt a burst of maternal pride when I watched him sitting on the little green carpet, attentively listening and participating with his class.

Trying to keep the children engaged while the craft centers were being set up, his teacher asked each child to sing their favorite song. The first little girl started. She began to softly sing "Twinkle twinkle little star." Within one line the class joined in and sang along. The little boy next to Robby chose to sing "If you are happy and you know it clap your hands" and, again the class sang along.

I put down my paper and watched Robby as he stood to sing his favorite song. He coyly smiled in my direction, and took a deep breathe. Without a tremble, my little boy began to belt out his chosen song.

My face immediately went flush when I heard the first few words of his song. His teacher looked perplexed. Obviously she is not a fan of country music.

"Rain makes corn. Corn makes whiskey." At this moment I silently began to pray that he would not continue with the tune. And then I heard his loud, yet off key little voice continue "Whiskey makes my baby, feel a little frisky." My plea was not answered. Sigh.