Thursday, December 21, 2006

Diva

When I was 8 and 9 years old I would lip-sync to Donna Summers in the living room. The record player was in one room and there was a speaker in the living room (how cool was that). I would strut, croon and wiggle to my heart's content.

I have no memories of anyone watching me. It was my own private performance. There were no doors so various family members probably watched but they have kept quiet for all of these years.

I rarely can see my 2 year old sing in her car seat since I am usually driving and she sits behind the driver's seat. On one of those rare times we were all in the car together, I was in the passenger seat. She was singing to the song on the CD (Erasure, of course) and looking out the window. Then she broke into a perfect

You got to believe!

Complete with eyes closed, head back and teeth bared. When she opened her eyes, she saw me staring at her. I was smiling because while she was 6 years early, I knew exactly where she was in her creative mind.

"No mommy! Don't watch me!"

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

I wonder what part of American culture makes us want no one to see us singing or dancing?

Everyday I see Chinese people of all ages, classes, etc singing loudly and just not caring. Anywhere they feel like. No matter how bad their voice is, what song, where they are.

(Not to mention some of the other stuff they do in public that Americans would not be caught dead doing, like wearing only their tight long underwear in public.)

soccer mom in denial said...

Wow! Tight long underwear? Maybe I should move to China!