Friday, October 9, 2009
It occurred to me that I come from a family of singers with talent ranging from good to excellent. I was the only one to get my mother's less than tuneful genes. Neither of us could carry a tune at all. So, of course, I have always wished that I could sing well, too. It has never stopped me from singing but I have been asked to not sing - mostly by my kids. And I know that there are a few kids out there who have learned off-key versions of songs that I have taught to the Brownies or kids in the daycare. I absolutely love to belt out a song.
But listening to Charlie, I started to wonder how hard I really wished for it. I thought of all the talents that I have been given and for which I am very thankful. What if there was only a certain number of talents that I was allowed to have? And what if I was given the rather Faustian opportunity to exchange one of these talents for a beautiful singing voice?
It didn't take long to realize that there was nothing I could choose to give up. Changing even one would make me a very different person. Of course, it's just a question. It did make me think hard about what makes me unique, though.
I love the sound of the mallards quacking. It isn't music exactly, but it's unique. And it makes me smile. I'm content to listen to others sing as long as I can still quack along.