First thing yesterday morning, "Mrs. G, are you ok? How are you feeling?" The very sensitive 9 years old in my class were very concerned. I explained that I just had to go to the doctor's to check on the baby.
At the end of the (half) day, I was speaking to a parent. The first thing the parent asked about was how I was feeling. She was concerned, as well, about my absence, as her daughter had told her I was out the previous day. Once I told her that everything was perfectly fine, she continued to tell me how much her daughter is enjoying the summer program. She has come home everyday with a big smile on her face except for yesterday. She was particularly sad yesterday due to my absence. Probably because I am a great teacher, right? Actually, she was upset by the fact that the sub in the room would not sing to the class.
I started laughing for two reasons in particular. One, I have did not realize that I sing so much during school that the kids take it as a regular thing. And two, I have a horrid singing voice. Imagine all those people who try out for American Idol during the first few episodes, and my awfulness would blow them out of the water. I simply told this lovely mother that the singing is not good singing. Apparently that doesn't matter, the kids like it anyways.
My mother has always told me that babies like to be sung to no matter what your voice sounds like. They don't care if it's bad. Lucky for this little monkey I've been carrying around for eight months now, I love to sing! I'm not good at it, but I love to do it.
Only problem, the only lullaby I know starts out, "Go smoke a Coca-Cola, drink a Camel cigarette...."
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