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I was singing with my sister, "One" by Three Dog Night.
When I was a little girl, my mother was the choir director for our church. We were compelled to sing at the drop of a hat to prove how good my mother was at her passion. Unfortunately, while my voice is pleasant enough, I do not have the range, timing or skill to match my mother's compulsive need to prove she had talent. Or to match my sister's amazing talent.
After every impromptu performance, I would get a beating, for performing poorly on purpose so that my mother would look bad. I don't think it ever crossed her mind I just wasn't that talented. The number of impromptu performances increased during the holiday season.
At least today I woke up before the beating part. And the first nightmare waited until after Thanksgiving. So good thing there.
The sad/sick part? I miss singing with my sister.
When I was a little girl, my mother was the choir director for our church. We were compelled to sing at the drop of a hat to prove how good my mother was at her passion. Unfortunately, while my voice is pleasant enough, I do not have the range, timing or skill to match my mother's compulsive need to prove she had talent. Or to match my sister's amazing talent.
After every impromptu performance, I would get a beating, for performing poorly on purpose so that my mother would look bad. I don't think it ever crossed her mind I just wasn't that talented. The number of impromptu performances increased during the holiday season.
At least today I woke up before the beating part. And the first nightmare waited until after Thanksgiving. So good thing there.
The sad/sick part? I miss singing with my sister.
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Date: 2011-11-26 05:04 pm (UTC)From:no subject
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