By the seat of my pants...

I've always been a free spirit...a hippy...somewhat funky... I am not a fan of meat, I recycle, I cut up my 6-pack-plastic-holder-thingies so they don't strangle sea turtles, I adopt a turkey on Thanksgiving and I find it hard to be completely serious for too long. Last night, my daughter and I had one of my top five favorite mother-daughter moments and it was evident to me that she, too, is from the same mold. My husband took the boys out for a while and my daughter was doing some research on the computer in the living room. I was cleaning up the kitchen from dinner and it was just entirely too quiet! I looked over and saw her intently fact-gathering so I grabbed my iPod and cranked my tunes! I scrubbed dried spaghetti out of a collander to SWITCH by Will Smith, I wiped counters to SWEET ESCAPE by Gwen Stefani, and I lost all control to THE QUESTION by Familiar 48...one of my ALL TIME favorite songs. Have you ever heard someone sing with headphones on? Scary. You become completely tone deaf when you cannot hear yourself singing. There is a reason rock stars have their voice fed into their skull through headphones during a concert. Here's the thing -I couldn't have paid for therapy that felt this good- it was so freeing to just let loose and sing at the top of my lungs and not be concerned with who heard me or what I sounded like. I sang until I was out of breath and had to skip parts of the song. I danced and spun around until I tripped - didn't matter - no one was watching. I sang into everything I picked up to put away as I danced around the kitchen. Scissors. Spatulas. Remote controls. It was like my own private rock concert. I was a star. I looked up a few times to see my daughter glancing up, smiling and shaking her head as she researched Wisconsin. She didn't seem annoyed or bothered so I continued with my therapy. I must have replayed that song (the Familiar 48 one) 25 times. Ample time for my little student to grab the camera and start taking videos. She's a sneaky one. We laughed until we almost wet ourselves later as we watched Mommy making a fool of herself on the big screen. American Idol, you have not seen anything yet. Simon, Paula and Randy would have a field day with this one. I can actually sing. I used to sing the National Anthem at school functions, I had duets in school concerts, I was ranked in our county for county and district chorus...but last night, none of that mattered. I was a HUGE GOOF, I let off a lot of steam and my only girl and I had a blast at my expense and I didn't care. Our faces hurt from laughing so hard! Isn't that what being a Mom is all about? Letting go. Being real. Embracing fun. ******************************************************************** Pay a visit to Confessions of a CF Husband and say a prayer.