Feeding my 8-month-0ld is a process that takes time. Not because he is a bad eater (he is not), but because he eats like a grown-up, in a way that he stops, thinks his thoughts, tells you a story, socializes with anybody who happens to be in the kitchen, chews on his bib, pulls his hair, smiles, etc, etc.
So it became an unspoken tradition to do something else with him while he eats. Sometimes I tell him a story or a poem, sometimes I sing. So tonight while Troy was enjoying his oatmeal and prunes dinner, I kept quietly singing whatever popped up in my head. It was not long before I started murmuring Di tanti palpiti from Rossini's Tancredi (which has been one my favorites ever since I heard it on Elina Garanca's CD).
Because I was singing in just a quarter of my voice, I was not "using" my throat at all ( if you know what I mean) and it all came together pretty smoothly. I even flatter myself by thinking that I got to demonstrate some kitchen-level coloratura, which was probably sufficient for my son to be absolutely delighted. He got really excited: he laughed, waved his arms in the air and called out in the happiest of voices and with the happiest of faces: Mom, mom, mom! (like in go, mom, go!)
I read once that kids respond to coloratura very well, because of those special air waves that it creates.
Apparently, my coloratura worked too.
Oh well, before she started singing in an opera theater, Rossini's mom was a laundress!!! and sang while doing laundry!
So you never really know what you are going to end up doing, right?