All Is Not Lost

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With all the mayhem going on all over our blue marble of a planet, I am here to tell you that all is not lost.

I am here to remind you that children and teenagers even!, are out there singing and playing guitars and pianos and tambourines.

My sons participated in a holiday music program yesterday. They joined fifteen other kids who were singing about snow, love, egg nog, and peace. They sang about baby Jesus in a manger, stars brightly shining, and boughs of holly.

While the context does NOT matter in the least — you don’t need to give a patoot about Christmas or the holidays — the fact remains that our supposed youth, the ones who are going to run the show one day, still give a damn. They still care about music and love and fellowship. They respect the intangibles: the things that really matter most in life.

I’m glad their egos are nailed down to their myopic drives at the moment and that they’re not ramped up and terrified about all the crap going on that the adults are causing.

I hope, that once we can be free of the angry grown-ups running the world, that these kids are going to figure it out. They are figuring it out now.

Seeing them made me feel like things are going to be OK. My sons did great, it was nice to see them perform together. Then a couple more older kids performed and then …

A little girl, maybe five, sang a song from “Frozen” (which I have yet to see, I think I’ll have to wait for a grand-daughter on that one, she will be able to zap it on a floating hologram stage for me to see in 4D) and she stole the show.

After all these big kids, teenagers and middle schoolers, she stepped up to the mic and owned it, in a tender way. Through her giant grin and big breath sigh, taking in the room, her eyes brightened and widened and she showed her baby chiclet teeth.

She was wearing a beige wool winter-themed snowflake dress, ivory knitted stockings, little brown suede mary janes and brown felt antlers. We were on the edge of our seats. Everyone in the room waited. We held our breath, enchanted and dreamy.

She sang, “Do You Want To Build A Snowman?” in her cartoonishly adorable voice with an intention so clear and so bright there was no mistaking it; she wasn’t “performing” she was singing for us, she wanted to share the song she loved most in the world. She was Cindy-lou Who come to life. She sang it beautifully, not one mistake. She knew all the words and all the pauses.

I got on her wave and surfed along, cherishing every note. My heart swelled.

Will she end up on American Idol? Who cares. She was totally sincere and that’s all that matters. She was fearless. She was my hero and one day, she’s going to be in control of things and she’s going to do just fine.

So get out there. Stop reading about the world, get into the world. Listen to a child sing — about anything — and you will understand what I mean.

Thank you.

About Grass Oil by Molly Field

follow me on twitter @mollyfieldtweet. i'm working on a memoir and i've written two books thus unpublished because i'm a scaredy cat. i hail from a Eugene O'Neill play and an Augusten Burroughs novel but i'm a married, sober straight mom. i write about parenting, mindfulness, irony, personal growth and other mysteries vividly with a bit of humor. "Grass Oil" comes from my son's description of dinner i made one night. the content of the blog is random, simple, funny and clever. stop by, it would be nice to get to know you. :)

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