Thank you for this, Andi - I can relate. I used to sing all the time in school ... and then saw that my father was observing me from outside my bedroom window and laughing. In later years I questioned if he thought it was cute and simply did not know how to observe in a loving and supporting way (which was very true), but it was enough to damage my love of singing and my abandon to it. People often don't stop to think of the ramifications of their actions.
I'm sorry he dimmed your light. As a parent, I know how easy it is, unintentionally, to quash a child's enthusiasm (and how hard it is to see at the time). I hope you can rediscover the voice that sang with abandon.
It helps that quite a few years have passed. I have been known to sing with abandon when driving, which is unfortunately rare now that I live in NYC. Singing on the subway is not something I want to try, but sometimes in the comfort of home....😊
Thank you for this, Andi - I can relate. I used to sing all the time in school ... and then saw that my father was observing me from outside my bedroom window and laughing. In later years I questioned if he thought it was cute and simply did not know how to observe in a loving and supporting way (which was very true), but it was enough to damage my love of singing and my abandon to it. People often don't stop to think of the ramifications of their actions.
I'm sorry he dimmed your light. As a parent, I know how easy it is, unintentionally, to quash a child's enthusiasm (and how hard it is to see at the time). I hope you can rediscover the voice that sang with abandon.
It helps that quite a few years have passed. I have been known to sing with abandon when driving, which is unfortunately rare now that I live in NYC. Singing on the subway is not something I want to try, but sometimes in the comfort of home....😊
Andi, I like the lightbulb story. It made me laugh out loud...XOXO, YC
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