Stephanie Pearce: Singing a melody |

Stephanie Pearce: Singing a melody

Stephanie Pearce
Stephanie Pearce

Every morning I lived at my parents’ home, my mom would greet me with, “Good Morning to you. Good morning, sweet Stephanie. Good morning to you.” Followed by “Rise and shine and give God the glory” and ending with “This is the day, this is the day that the Lord has made!” I must admit that this ritual was OK when I was little, but as I grew into my teen years, it annoyed the heck out of me. Now I look back on those times fondly and remember the way my mother would start the day for me.

She always seemed to have a smile on her face in the mornings, and singing filled our house. She woke before most of us and always read her bible for what seemed like an eternity. When she was done she would sing some more. She always had a song on her lips no matter what she was doing.

Cooking breakfast, she would hum if she wasn’t singing. She would work in the garden and sing. She would wash dishes and hum and sing. We made fun of her all the time saying things like “Mom, who sings this song?” and when she answered, we would tell her she should leave the singing of it to them. However, we were just joking because Mom really is an amazing singer.

When Mom would sing, it didn’t matter what kind of a mood she was in, she would have an angelic look on her face along with a smile. Now that I’m older, I realize the power one has over their mood with a song. I can sing all 45 minutes I drive to work and I can’t help but get in a good mood and laugh when I sing “This is the day that the Lord has made.” The day just seems to go a little better when I start my day off singing a song. Back then, I just knew it made my mother happy. I didn’t realize what a day-changer it could be.

I remember vividly a day my mother was working with my dad on his drilling rig. She was holding a hose, and the water pressure was very powerful jerking her around as she held on to it, trying to keep it from spraying my dad. In doing this, the clamp on the end of the hose ripped her thumb almost completely off her hand. We were in the middle of nowhere an hour away from a hospital, at least. My dad wrapped her hand in a rag and rushed her to a doctor. Mom held her hand with the other and instead of crying, she sang church songs all the way to the doctor. That was a powerful moment for me as I grew up.

My most favorite time to hear my mom sing was at night. Faithfully, every night even into my teens, my mother would sing to me before bed. That didn’t annoy me. I ended up singing those songs to my kids at night, and I sing some of those songs on the way to work.

It’s amazing to me how the power of a song can touch you, change you, and make you a happier person.

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