Sing Along

Written on June 13, 2012

This gives me joy every time we do it, and today was no exception.  Nearly every month, I go with members of my church choir to a local assisted living facility  where one of our former choir members is a resident.  He looks forward to the visits, and usually sings along with us, as do several of the other residents.  We sing favorite hymns and patriotic songs, or Christmas carols - songs that the folks love and remember.  I have seen for years what researchers are now reporting in scholarly journals - musical memory is one of the last parts of our brains to leave us.  I have seen folks who have long since forgotten their own names and those of their families.  Still, they can sing familiar songs, often in more than one language.  It is remarkable.  I have read the reports and understand the physiology to some degree, but it still is miraculous to me. 

The Hands of Girlfriends

I've written before about how I enjoy our weekly music group at an assisted living facility in our neighborhood.  Today while we were singing patriotic songs for Veterans' Day, I saw a sweet scene on the front row.  Two ladies were holding hands.  One was definitely stronger and more alert than the other, and she was sharing her strength with her neighbor.  Both were benefitting from the gesture.  

Afterward, I reflected on what I had noticed and thought about how women need each other.  Not to diminish our love for men, we adore them, but this kind of sister love is different.  I have marveled as I have read about childbirth in early America.  Just before the births, the midwife called in about six additional women to assist with the delivery.  These family members and neighbors would hold and support the new mother's shoulders, back, and limbs.  Their combined strength was the only pain relief available for the laboring mother.  It must have helped, as this technique of support and encouragement was practiced for more than a century.

There have been many times in my own life where I have sought and found help from the women I love.  My children have made the comment, "Mom, you surround yourself with strong women."  Well, there is a reason for that.  I love them and admire them, and I need them.  The bonds of sisterhood are precious to me.  I smile whenever I see a pair of girls walking down the street chatting and giggling together.  My heart warms when I see a pair of wrinkled hands offering support and comfort to another pair of wrinkled hands.  We figure this out as little girls, and we draw upon this knowledge throughout our lives.  Women need each other.  Life is richer when we girls have girlfriends.

PS.  I think there are four boys on my mailing list - my husband, our two sons, and my dad.  Just to set the record straight, I need you guys, too.  You make my life complete, but I probably won't call on you when I need help choosing my clothes or when I need to sit and cry for a spell.  Fortunately for you, I'll be in good hands for those times.