Sing Your Song

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by Penny Nash

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Singing Mockingbird

Reflect
What I like about mockingbirds is that they sing a lot of songs. They don’t just have one or two like most other bird species. They sing all the songs, not just a specialty niche. (You can tell this one is singing because of the way its throat feathers are parted.)

I like singing, too.

When I was a little girl and we drove to see my¬†grandparents, who lived nine or ten¬†hours away, my mom and dad and my brother and I¬†would sing to pass the time. Our repertoire included¬†I‚Äôve Been Working on the Railroad, She‚Äôll be Coming¬†‚ÄėRound the Mountain, On Top of Old Smokey (or On Top of Spaghetti if my brother had his way),¬†and Jesus Loves Me. My dad had his own¬†specialty: I Get the Neck of¬†the Chicken, which my brother and I refused to learn because it was dumb.

Now that I’m an adult, when I am traveling I sometimes find an oldies station on the radio and sing along to every song I know. It’s pretty amazing when a song comes on that I haven’t heard in years and yet I still know all the words. I sing and maybe remember someone or some thing from long ago. A party, a particular outfit, a boy, a trip. I smile and my heart softens. Maybe I remember how young I was or how much I’ve learned since then. More often, though, I remember feeling happy and having fun.

Singing is so good for the body and the spirit.

But honestly, I don’t sing all that often, unless I am in church or on a long car trip by myself. I am not one to sing in the shower or while I’m just walking down the street.

In these fabulous days of Easter, though, perhaps I ought to set aside some time to sing and let myself be joyful just because I can.

Respond
Think of a song that makes you happy and sing it to yourself today. Better yet, find a friend to sing it with.

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