Earlier this year I was invited to join a choir. I am not much of a singer, but the group was not looking for perfection. They are a group of moms connected to the kindergarten that perform for the kids a couple of times a year.
I accepted the invite, but several things got in my way. I never made it to a practice. It wasn't on purpose, I was just busy, sick, and so forth at the time.
Last week, the moms approached me again. They wanted to perform "When You Wish Upon a Star" for the kids. I didn't have anything in my schedule, so I agreed to go.
It was exactly what a person would expect when attending a small choir rehearsal. 15 or so moms coming together to sing a couple songs and practice. It felt nice to sing together. Combining our voices in a lovely melody.
As I sang, I thought of my grandmother. She sang for many, many years in her church choir. It was a form of community for her. I felt it today, too. These moms, many of whom I have never had a conversation with, were all working together to do something nice for our kids. It was a really nice way to spend the morning.
Now I must work on learning the Japanese version of "Winter Wonderland", as we will be singing that one too. Wish me luck.
In 2017 my family headed to Tokyo. My husband had a new job and my son and I came along for the ride. This move was my second move to Japan - the first was for a year in 2002. At that time I was a single, recent college graduate. Moving abroad as a family was a whole different ball of wax. As I live this crazy life in Japan, I track our adventures and my observations, creating an unofficial guidebook to the city.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
The time has come to say goodbye
Earlier this year my husband applied for a new job. As usual, I encouraged him as he went through the interview process. It was a long, draw...
-
Back in September, we stumbled across an amazing clock affixed to a building . We investigated this beautiful structure and quickly discove...
-
Trying traditional sweets in any culture other than your own takes a bit of bravery. Even if someone explains all the delicacies to you, it...
No comments:
Post a Comment