I woke up in a foul mood this morning. I’d been worrying in the night about the future of everything, and was not ready when the alarm went. I spilt coffee on the stairs. We didn’t have enough milk. An important piece of homework had been torn and crumpled and school jumpers were still damp from the wash. I felt like the worst mother in the world, and it was only Wednesday! We made it to school on time. Just.
To be honest, at that point I would have loved to creep home and curl up under the duvet for a couple of hours. A cup of tea and a bar of chocolate would have been perfect. But I had a Rhymetime session to run. The hall needed sweeping and the room to be prepared.
Then all of you arrived. “Hello, everybody,” we sang. Your lovely children’s faces beamed at me and our voices joined in song. As we wriggled and bounced, and stretched and clapped, everything was alright again. I’ve been doing this for years, and I am still amazed at how singing with a group of people can lift me out of one state of mind and propel me into focusing on the songs and the people.
I didn’t need the tea or the chocolate. Rhymetime was enough to get me into a happy place. Thank you everyone.