Boobaby wishes she and her friend could walk 20 feet away from me so no one knows we’re together.
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Music Together class started again today. And I (incidentally, the only man in the class, but that’s a whole ‘nuther post) was the loud one.
I don’t drown anyone out. I just, you know, participate. When the teacher says "repeat these notes," I repeat these notes without hesitation. Everyone sings along the first time — I sing along every time.
I’m too old to be embarrassed. I’ve done plenty of more embarrassing things in my life than pretend vociferously to be an erupting Jack-in-the-Box in front of a bunch of toddlers. (Remind me to tell you about my experience as a shirtless spear-carrier.)
Many of the parents look embarrassed for me, and to be honest, Boobaby is starting to seem a little nonplussed by the whole "participatory daddy" thing, too. On the other hand, some of them seem to appreciate that I sing so loudly so they won’t have to. (Which is totally not the point. The kids need to see every parent singing and dancing so they get that it’s cool to sing and dance.)
The kids though? They love it. Not a class has gone by when I didn’t have two or three fans among the kids. Three joyful babies on my lap? That’s the praise that keeps me singing along, off-key but exuberant.
Sigh. Nice Friday. Have a great weekend, everyone!
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It took me awhile, but I finally learned to participate in Music Together classes. And I actually had fun. Who knew?
Now you’re my kinda parent! I suck out loud when it comes to singing, but I do it anyway. Not only because I love it, but because I think it’s important for parents to show their kids it’s okay not to be the best at something, and still do it. Is it any wonder I can’t get my boy to shut up?
“Show their kids it’s okay not to be the best at something ” … Yeah, Boo gets *a lot* of that!
I was that parent, too. I sang loudly and enthusiastically in Music Together, so much so that the teacher actually suggested I take the teacher training. I did. And I taught it for awhile.
Perhaps you might think of something along those lines…? It might suit you!
I do it too. I even sing the wrong words. I don’t care.
Cool! I knew there was a reason I liked you! Dd.
as a wife of a participatory daddy – keep rockin it. they don’t know what they are missing.