It’s that time of year, folks. Arts Alive is on the horizon at my girls’ school. This is the school-wide talent show, where kids who are legitimately talented can show off their abilities, and kids that are marginally or lacking completely in talent can show off their lip-syncing abilities and their made up hip hop moves.
Then there is my kid. I think my kid is phenomenally talented in many areas. She has performed three times in Arts Alive – once as part of a group of six kids doing a sort of version of an Irish jig – and it was cute, because they were little. Then she performed a magic act, which I hear was wildly popular. I, unfortunately, missed that performance due to other obligations. Last year, she made up a dance and danced with a friend to the Numa Numa song that went viral a few years back thanks to You Tube.
Now she wants to sing.
Mind you, the kid does not have the worst voice, but I am not one of those American Idol moms who will stand outside, waiting to see if my kid wins the golden ticket to Hollywood. I am more likely the mom who will say, “Yo, dawg, lissen up, you were pitchy and it just dinnit work for me, man.”
But she really wants to sing – a really difficult song, and I have to give her credit, because she’s doing a darn good job at it, even though it’s hard.
I’d just like to help her to be better.
But she doesn’t want to be a professional singer. She just wants to sing one song.
What’s a mom to do?
And where’s Simon when I need him?
