Mama Loves: Battle of the Bands

All right, last week I felt a little lonely. C’mon, people! You can’t think of ANYTHING positive to blog about?? Not even on the week of Thanksgiving?! Hopefully this week we’ll have a few brave souls who aren’t afraid to publicize something they get excited about, something to shout praise for. Remember to link back here so I can read all about it. For full details on Mama Loves, CLICK HERE.

This week Mama loves … battle of the bands.

Remember back in college when we would all hit coffee houses every weekend to hear the newest rage and swoon over the lead singer? Or the drummer. That was great. Like nearly every other aspect of my life, battle of the bands morphed into something entirely new when I became a mother. Grunge bands and Friday midnight cappuccinos reside in my past. In their place I get two preschoolers singing/shouting to see whose song is best.

Sunday morning on the way to church Ellie belted out “This is the Day” while Zach performed a rather militant version of “What a Mighty God We Serve.” It was beautiful! I couldn’t stop myself from smiling. I love how they love to sing praises. Granted, they hear worship songs a lot in this house, but they hear their fair share of Laurie Berkner, Toby Mac and Nina Simone, too. Ellie’s favorite lullaby is a song by The Beatles and, for the first six months of his life, Zach was rarely tantrum-free unless Lauryn Hill played in the background. And yet, in spite of the eclectic exposure they receive, their battles always feature songs of praise. That’s what I love. I don’t care how loud they are, how off-key or miserably lacking in rhythm (unfortunately, all these traits are inherited from me) — I love it. It’s the best sound to fill my house and car.

Your turn! What’s your favorite part of being a mom? Your favorite part of being alive? How can you practice Phil. 4:8-9 today?