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I have witnessed the effect of music on my eldest;
she lives the songs and their passion.
She sings like I do: mostly alto, searching for the harmonies and lost in the music.
But when the song she sings is a modern one, meant for adults,
she sings the melodies with depth that she cannot understand.
Songs are often metaphors - metaphors that confuse literal children.
Her tiny and innocent voice repeats phrases and I wince.
And though I understand this,
and have seen the (small) repercussions,
I have intentionally started listening to music throughout the day.
It is usually on my smartphone, since it is portable and quiet.
My mood and spirit are instantly and dramatically lifted by song,
and what better gift could my children have
than a joyful momma?
~carrie~
