We had been driving back from visiting my family. The drive is long, we had gotten there late, and fittingly were now returning home late as well. The kids were wired from cheesey flavored corn chips and too much fruity trail mix to take the nap I had been hoping for.
Suddenly, one of the boys started to sing. Of course it would be Titus. At three years old, he is extremely proud to know the entire Alphabet and will sing it, loudly, whenever he's given the chance. Apparently, he had seen an opportunity.
The moment he started, my eldest begins to shout, "No, Titus! No!"
Titus sings louder and wee little Aurora begins to yell, too. Why not? Everyone else is.
"Hey!" I yell. "I've got an idea." The car goes silent. "Why don't we sing a song about magick?"
"Yeah!" the elder ones cheer and wave their arms in the air.
I suggest, then, that we try to come up with new songs, maybe something for Autumn or something about Mabon that we can sing next year. They love the idea, and each one starts singing softly to themselves, working out their song.
Atticus offers his first. It's a low, dark song, about how the Gods are powerful and to be respected, how magick is powerful and can help you when you need it. Not bad! Pretty big ideas for someone who just turned 5. He's paying attention more than I thought, I make a mental note to be more careful in my explanations and not to dismiss his endless "why's" so impatiently.
Titus' song is more melodic. It is comprised solely of the words "la la la" and as it progresses, the song gets louder and higher in pitch until he's nearly screeching. Atticus starts to tell him to stop, but I laugh and tell Titus his song is wonderful, but maybe it shouldn't be so loud.
In the end, we all worked together on a song for Autumn, about the falling leaves. I'm working on additional verses, in the attempt to make it a song we sing the whole year long.
Throwing the Bones
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