Raw Blues Acapella – Don’t Rock the Boat!

Yesterday I met an 8 year old who sang from her heart. She had so little confidence in her voice that she would only sing to me standing with her back to me and singing to the wall. Then she sang this most beautiful song that she had created about love and friendship. It really touched me.

I create little songs too and often don’t have the confidence to sing them out. In fact I have collected my little songs in the hope that one day I will make them into proper compositions. When I feel a song coming on I just sing into my camera and then keep it in a folder on my computer.

Today exactly that happened. A song came out of nowhere. At first I thought it was nothing but then I thought ‘No this is definitely something.’ I started singing the words ‘Don’t rock the boat Jennie Wren, don’t rock the boat!’  Jennie Wren is the name my mother and my sister have  called me at times. I don’t use it or hear it any more very often at all but it takes me straight back to my childhood. An then the words developed, along with the tune and my strong feelings and before I knew where I was I had a song. And as usual I recorded it straight into my camera.

So . . . the recording isn’t the best, the song was never drafted or practiced. This is just an expression straight from my heart.  It was not born to be made into a composition. It was born to be heard in its raw state in this moment. I hope it touches you.

 

The Disregarded Art of Motherly Intuition

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I took my child to see an orthoptist about his vision issues when he was 9 and the first set of tests were fine. They were using cards and not a light to be seen! Then the orthoptist suggested my son would need a full examination that day in another room. I saw the colour drain from my son’s face and saw him holding back his tears.  Bright lights gave him terrible headaches and knock him out of sorts for hours. I reached over to touch his arm and said “It’s OK, We do everything as a family. You don’t have to do this today if you don’t want to. Or you could just give it a try. It is up to you.” I saw a pained look on the orthoptist’s face and looks were exchanged between him and his student who was in there observing the session. The look was saying startlingly obviously “ANXIOUS NEUROTIC PARENT ALERT” Things were written on bits of paper and the student was asked to take the message to the ophthalmologist. When we arrived in the ophthalmologist’s room she had a knowing look in her eyes. It said “I SEE YOU. YOU ARE THE ANXIOUS NEUROTIC PARENT!” My son was asked about the test and he said he would give it a go. The ophthalmologist said she would use her dimmer light first and it wasn’t long before my son refused to proceed with the test. Next came the expected – the criticism of Mum! The accusation that I was putting my anxiety onto my son by giving him the option of not taking the test.

How dare she?! She doesn’t know me. She doesn’t know my story or the journey we are on.

I am NOT an anxious neurotic parent. I am simply a mother who knows herself, knows her son, knows her journey and TRUSTS HER INTUITION.

Please share your motherly intuition stories. I would love to hear them.