Ain't It Great To Be Crazy!

If I'm being honest, silly songs are a daily occurance for me:

• I stuck my head in a little skunk"s hole, the little skunk said "well, bless my soul!"
• Alice, with legs like toothpicks and a neck like a giraffe raffe raffe raffe raffe.....
• Suffocation, suffo suffo cation. Suffocation an easy way to die
• Everybody's doin it doin it. Pickin their nose and chewin it, chewin it

etc.

The list is long, disgusting and incredibly immature...and I love them. They are an earmark on some very happy moments with my family...my very musical family. Since I was a very little girl my great grandmother, my grandmother and my mom have either sung to me, sang with me or ensured that music was being played in the car or house. I have memories of dancing with my grandma Bailey while she sang "How much is that doggie in the window". I have precious memories of singing in my little country church with my grandma Roberts. I love to remember the feeling I had in the backseat of the car while mom would shush us, turn up the radio and sing along with Foreigner! Our family get togethers usually included my 2 older cousins teaching us new silly songs that they learned in school and as we got older playing the piano while we gathered and sang. I love these memories for a lot of reasons....

Common sense and well-researched psychology both teach us that the foundation of our ability to love is rooted in rather or not we were loved as young children. I assure you that I was loved! My profession that God has called me to has opened my eyes to some incredibly sad little children who will not be able to love and be loved because of the selfish and horrific things that adults are capable of doing to children. Some days when I come home from work, I cry. I wander where God is in the lives of these people and I know that those questions make us all uncomfortable...but I ask them anyway. Why? When will it stop? How do they cope? What can I do? Usually, the questions are unanswered and leave me with an inner anger/frustration that I have learned to ignore so that I can function as a healthy wife and mother.

This I know to be true. These little songs that I sing to be silly and get a rise out of Russ and my girls are special to me because they represent a family filled with songs and love for me...and I am grateful!