If Life Were A MusicalWritten by Carol Rice
I don't live in a musical – how about you?
I love musicals. Damsels break into song, with perfectly choreographed back-up from their friends, guys can dance (I mean, really dance) and carry you away on perfectly blended notes. Life's most mundane moments burst into excitement with detergent boxes that high kick and furry forest animals that finish your chores.
Life in a musical would be great, wouldn’t it.
But I don’t live in a musical.
I live in a world where any given day could have my husband, my kids and me running so many different directions; we barely meet up at the crossroads.
I live in a world where sisters question motives before asking simple questions.
I live in a world where I don’t get to ask mom what she would do, because she isn’t here.
I live in a world, where background music sounds more like ambient noise of keyboard tapping and text notifications.
It’s a good world, don’t get me wrong. It’s just that nobody creatively tips over a chair, brilliantly turning it in to a launch pad for taking flight over the kitchen table. So it’s good, just not a musical.
Maybe you live in that world too.
A world where, “how was your day?” maybe gets a shrug and a glance up from a mobile device.
A world where you almost make eye contact with the teller at the bank when she says, “have a good day.”
A world where you find yourself surrounded by people, but feeling lonely.
That’s ok. Life can’t be a perfect musical – but the cumulative effect of some perfect moments can, and do make a difference.
For me, and my family, asking a good question, and really wanting to hear the answer can get us 5-10 minutes of truly connecting. More often than not, five minutes turns in to 15 or 20, and after a week of that, the cumulative effect adds up to spending some great hours together.
Even when we’re busy, feeling lonely or had some fights. You know drama, not musical.
One of my favorite elements of a musical is how, at any given moment, the drop of a hat, people are suddenly in perfect unison, connected, on the same page – in harmony.
Follow me on Instagram or Facebook, and over the next couple of weeks, let’s use our mobile devices to make some real connections. I’ll post a question a day – when you see it, ask it to someone you love, share your answer with a friend. Together, maybe we can have some perfect moments that feel as great as life in a musical.
I grew up in a home rich with family heritage. My mom loved genealogy and knew how to breathe life into dusty documents and color to faded black and white photos - my mom told me stories.
As a grown woman with five children of my own, I've tried to do the same. For years I did it through scrapbooking. But it didn't take long to realize that it wasn't my artistic skills my children really cared about. They never stopped on a page and said, "Mom, you matched that paper to my shirt - perfectly!" Nope. What they did say as they leaned across my lap, pointing at photos is, "Tell me the story!" "Tell me mom about the day I was born... Tell me mom about the day I cried when everyone sang me happy birthday... Tell me mom about my grandma and her garden..."
Don't worry if you haven't done it forever, just start today. The consistency and cumulative effect of one good question - just sharing one story a day, adds up.
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