When Your Teenage Daughter Breaks Into Song In A Very Old Church

by Becky on November 26, 2012 · 3 comments

in Music, Parenting

Miss Zinnia sings. It’s her thing. Unless you count loving plants, which is also her thing. Perhaps her Italian parlsey, rosemary, and basil continue to thrive because she sings to them. After all, when she sings to me, I certainly thrive.

With its thick, stone walls and thus surreal acoustics, the Abbey at Poblet was, for thirty minutes or so, the perfect venue for a Young Thing desiring to flirt a little with the echo.

I’ll tell you a secret. I have to come to love the old churches of Europe not only for their cavernous beauty but also because they enliven The Girl Who Sings.

And I wonder: doesn’t every teenage girl have her own kind of “church?”–a place which, though it may never have been anything at all like a house of worship, functions as the perfect space for the expression of her bliss?

For that matter, doesn’t every mother, too? What a cause for celebration, the discovery of that which makes us want to sing.

Karen November 27, 2012 at 9:16 am

Beautiful. What a lovely talent! Thank you for sharing. Not just the song, but your wonderful family.

Becky November 28, 2012 at 1:50 am

Miss Karen, you’re very kind. But tell me: what do your kids love to do? And what do you all love to do together? It’s a hobby of mine, learning how other families encourage talent-building and pass the time together. I have one sister-in-law in particular whose family plays games together–board games but also card games of all kinds–and I swear it’s bumped her kids’ intelligence quotients up several points. They’re all super quick and clever. Do share!

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