When I was a little girl with red pigtails, my momma had a goat farm on the Missouri River. We lived very simply. A tiny, hundred year old house. A shack really. My mom raised almost everything we ate and made my clothes. She also worked all day long cleaning houses for other folks. So my brother and I helped out with the chores every day after school until she got home. Animals had to be fed, watered, contained and cared for.
We didn't have a television. There was no such thing as home computers. But in the evenings and on the weekends my mom often let me pick out records to play on the turntable that was under the window in her bedroom. She had a collection of Kenny Rogers, Willie Nelson, Linda Ronstadt, Dolly Parton and my favorite at the time, Jim Reeves. For some reason I always searched for the album that Jim in a bright red sweater on the cover.
When my momma was tired and stressed, the music would play and she would sing along and things always brightened up. Lately, as part of "Operation Relieve Stress" I have unearthed the power of playing music as I do the dishes, make supper and the boys are playing around me. Just like when I was little, the mood always brightens and we sing and dance around a little.
As I write, Linda Ronstadt is singing "Poor, Poor, Pitiful Me".... I hope the power of music is something I can pass on to my boys. I hope they remember how momma could be silly and sing along to the songs her momma used sing before her. I hope the memory of a simple, happy home is something they can always carry with them.
When you get home on this Friday night, how about skipping turning on the tv and trading it for some dinner music? Something that brings back memories and makes you glad to be home.
Now go make something beautiful,