Yesterday morning I decided to go for a jalk (a walk/jog because #ImOutOfShape), and I was already fighting off the feelings of failure. As the endorphins started to coarse through my veins and the pain in my chest, legs and feet were making me aware that I was very much alive, I passed this piece of paper on the ground. As I abruptly came to a pause and looked down at it, a smile creeped across my face.
Do You Wanna Build a Snowman?
I don’t know if some day-dreamy little girl decided to write that and put it there intentionally, or if it fell out of her backpack as she walked home from school the day prior. I’ll never know why it was there in the middle of the street, but what I do know is that it made me think of a good things both then and now.
I don’t have a lot of happy memories involving my family from my childhood, and I don’t say that out of self loathing (I already went through that phase), but it’s just the truth. So when something small allows me to reminisce on sweet moments from my younger days, I take full advantage of it.
From birth to when I was in 8th-ish grade, we didn’t have a radio in our car. It’s really weird to think of that now, but it was quite the 90’s #FirstWorldProblem at the time. Since we didn’t have any tunes to listen and sing to while daring the battlefield of US1’s traffic every day, a lot of times my mom and I sang whatever song would come to mind. She ALWAYS found the harmony, which is probably where I get it from. It was nice, because we would try to make the sounds of the instruments too, inevitably running out of breath from laughter. When my sister grew old enough, she joined in as well. A major hit in our tiny, blue Honda was Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen. Man! Could we sing the hell outta that song and laugh uncontrollably…
In recent months, Abe has started to remember and recite (or sing) phrases and songs that he hears more than once. It’s something you don’t ever think about until you watch a small human being sing a song. It’s phenomenal to me, that this once-baby who had no idea what language was, let alone words set to music, can now sing songs that HE MEMORIZES.
So, we drive a Volvo from 1991. It does have a radio, but last year when a tree fell on our car, it broke the long metal thingy that allowed us to receive most radio waves. With the exception of a fuzzy sounding 94.3, we have no radio.
And guess what we do now?
We sing. We sing A LOT. Even Daniel! And as of late, our car is filled with the Webb’s rendition of Frozen. I don’t care if it’s cliche and I don’t care if you think it’s stupid, because I adore it. We sing together, and we replace words with “fart” together, and we laugh together. If Abe or Daniel grabs the melody, I grab the harmony. Sometimes we will scream the songs, and sometimes I will pretend I’m Julie Andrews and sing with her voice. Every now and then, Daniel’s “Scott Stapp” makes a vocal appearance, and… well, you can only imagine.
That piece of paper with those 6 words on it not only reminded me of something good from the past, but it also reminds me of how good I have it now.
I need those reminders, because I’m kind of an a-hole and it’s really easy for me to forget all of the good in the midst of ol’ regular life that feels hard a lot of the time.
What’s your favorite childhood memory?
This is nothing new.