A Spoonful Of Song Makes The Medicine Go Down
My son does it right.
Any job he has to do, he sings. Washing the dishes (as he's doing right now as I write), he's singing a song he's made up in his head.
When he vacuums the downstairs, he sings. Taking out the garbage, he sings.
And it's not just any song. It's often a song he's totally made up, with pretend words and a tune that plays somewhere in his head. And it's always happy, and full of life.
I once asked him why he sings all the time.
"Because, Mommy, it makes the job much easier."
I'll have to remember that next time I'm on the verge of tears at my job. Singing makes it much better. Thanks for the reminder, Dee.