Thursday, June 2, 2011

The Aunt Diane Song

We spend Thanksgiving with my husband's family.  He has an aunt who lives in Memphis.  Diane.  I love Aunt Diane, and we always love catching up because she lives far away from us and we only see her once a year.

When Little Meems was 3, Aunt Diane really made an impression on her.  I'm not sure why, exactly.  It could be that Aunt Diane had missed the previous Thanksgiving when we had it at the beach because the travel was just too much.  So she was new to Meems, and I feel that at 3, kids start to really have an awareness for family and their whereabouts.  It's almost like that's the age they start to develop memories.

I think Little Meems and Aunt Diane must have bonded.  I can't remember fully, but my guess is there was lipstick and gum and a purse (or two) involved.  Those were the keys to her heart in those days.  Aunt Diane has two sons, and knowing Little Meems, she picked up on the fact that Aunt Diane needed a good dose of little girl.  Which is a service she could provide.

She's very intuitive that way.

We realized the impact Aunt Diane had on Little Meems once we returned home.  Little Meems made up a song about Aunt Diane.  Tuneless, and with just two words - "aunt," and "Diane."  Yes, it was the words "Aunt Diane" sung at the top of her lungs to a tune that played solely inside her head.  And since the little girl is completely and utterly tone deaf, we will never truly know what that tune was.

We soon realized she sang this special song only at certain, special, times.  

When she was in the bathroom.  Pooping.

Now, I don't know how to explain it.  Maybe the extended visit to the bathroom made her turn to song to pass the time.  Carly Simon sittin' on a toilet.  Pooping.  Girlfriend singing at the top of her lungs.  Adding a vibralto here and there for good measure.  And for specialness.  Because it sounded fancy that way.  

Never did the song get sung on shorter visits to the loo.  And never was the song sung anywhere other than the loo.  Only, only on visits to the loo for, well, it rhymes with loo.

In hindsight, it would have been nice to record that action.  However, I'm not organized enough to have the camera charged and ready to go at a moment's notice.  Bummer.  It would have been excellent material for a rehearsal dinner video.  As it stands, it'll have to settle for after dinner story time when the kids are all grown up.  

Aunt  Diane had a great attitude about her little dedication song.  She laughed.  If she felt offended, she never let on.  Aunt Diane, if you're reading this, thank you for that.  You've always been very sweet.

I just might have to sing your praises!  Wow, I hope I can remember the tune.

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