I’M SO THANKFUL

I think my youngest son said something very funny and was giving me a kiss just before this picture was taken.

I think my youngest son said something very funny and was giving me a kiss just before this picture was taken.

Prior to leaving to celebrate Thanksgiving, my children posed for some pictures in the carport of our coop. I am very grateful for my brother; Norm and sister-in-law, Jo who made a lovely feast and welcomed us.

Prior to leaving to celebrate Thanksgiving, my children posed for some pictures in the carport of our coop. I am very grateful for my brother, Norm and sister-in-law, Jo who made a lovely feast and welcomed us.

Click the blue link below to hear my latest song arrangement in progress. It has truly captivated me:

JUST A TUNE #2 – IN PROGRESS – Copyright 2014 by Judy Unger

I believe that humor is a wonderful coping mechanism and I look for it, especially when I’m overwhelmed. Over the past few weeks even though I faced some intense challenges, there were many moments when I was heartily laughing out loud.

On a recent post, I wrote about my traumatic chiropractic experience. It really wasn’t funny at the time, even though I did make some puns about it. But now that a couple of weeks have passed, I think it was actually hilarious.

I’m writing this post to update my blog audience about how I’ve been doing – my post title is a clue, for sure.

After my two chiropractic visits, I needed to recover. I also wanted to see if the MRI that I had scheduled later in the week would give more information about my condition. I limped all the way from the parking lot to where the MRI desk was. After it was over, I was given a wheelchair ride back to my car because it was too painful for me to stand and walk.

The procedure itself was relaxing and a great opportunity for me to compose lyrics in my head. The strange tapping sounds reminded me of one of George’s percussion keyboard patches.

A week later, my doctor emailed me the results. There was nothing definitive. He said the MRI did show some arthritis and a few bulging discs.

I had a huge laugh when I rapidly typed back to him and realized that auto-correct had enhanced my question of, “What do you do about bulging dicks?

My doctor, thankfully had a good sense of humor!

In my message, I shared with him that my leg pain had gradually diminished since I’d discontinued an antibiotic I was on. Doxycycline was a fairly common remedy for dry eyes.

I had started taking it a month ago because a dermatologist recommended it to treat a persistent rash I had on my face. I had been reluctant to try it before that because I was afraid of getting a stomach upset. But one drug that could treat two things sounded worthwhile.

Somehow, it dawned on me that my leg pain began the same week I began taking that medicine. When I looked up side effects, muscle pain was listed so I stopped taking it. It was around the same time that I went to see the chiropractor.

I was elated when my leg pain began to ebb away about two weeks later.

Finally, I was able to ease back into my old routine with great joy. Yesterday I was walking though a sunny parking lot into a warehouse store. I must have looked quite emotional because tears were running down my cheeks.

It was because I felt so grateful to not have a glimmer of pain in my leg, but I did have pain from my dry eyes. Even though they burned and were bothersome nothing was going to stop my gratitude. My heart just kept bursting with joy, while my eyes dripped.

When I came home, I decided to call the chiropractor who had been so determined to help me to let him know how I was doing. He practically shouted with excitement to hear my voice on the phone. He even sounded like he was dancing.

The gist was that he was so happy to hear that my pain had gone away.

He said, “You know, when you replace a garage disposal – it works immediately. But adjustments aren’t like that; they take time to settle in. Thank you so much for calling to let me know you’re better because we just don’t call patients to find out. I want you to know you made my day!”

Those are my own words that my hypnotherapist wrote out for me. While I'm on my computer I am always reminded about the choices I make.

Those are my own words that my hypnotherapist wrote out for me. While I’m on my computer, I’m reminded about the choices I can make. My goal is always to feel free and peaceful!

I’ve decided to look at my leg pain healing as mysterious. Was it caused by the doxycycline? Did the chiropractor cure me with his wrenching adjustments? I wonder what helped it go away. For certain, this experience gave me a deep appreciation for my ability to walk and stand.

Rosa has seldom eaten in a restaurant – it was a big treat for six of us and this picture was taken at Sharkey’s. My three children and her grandson, Jason were there.

Rosa has seldom eaten in a restaurant – it was a big treat for six of us and this picture was taken at Sharkey’s. My three children and her grandson, Jason were there.

On the topic of being thankful, I will always be close to my former housekeeper, Rosa. Her concern and love for me is reciprocal and this week my children and I celebrated Rosa’s fiftieth birthday. I want to share a few more happy pictures and the sweet messages that my children and I wrote on her card.

This was her card and I erased my children’s names so I hope I won’t get in trouble for sharing this. Below are enlargements.

This was her card and I erased my children’s names so I hope I won’t get in trouble for sharing this. Below are enlargements.

The card to Rosa 3 The card to Rosa 2 The card to Rosa 1 The card to Rosa 4

Rosa's bday

Usually a particular song that I am working on becomes a musical theme playing throughout my life as it develops. Last month, I couldn’t stop singing “Angel in the Sky.” And before that it was “Watching You Grow.”

The newest song arrangement that George and I are working on is named “Just a Tune.” I am actually considering renaming my song but haven’t decided yet.

When I was looking to name this post, I went right to this song. The line of “I’m so thankful,” was one that I added to my song just last week. Perhaps the Thanksgiving holiday and my thankful attitude was dictating from my subconscious.

The thankfulness in my song was more about discovering the ability to love again. I wrote “Just a Tune when I was only 19. Hearing it so many years later was very touching and it grabbed my heart with a chokehold. I couldn’t sing it without blubbering.

I never thought it was a terrific song because even though it was sweet to sing, it always felt repetitive. But with George’s expert arranging skills, the chords blossomed in a wonderful way and I fell in love with my song. It isn’t finished because I need to write more lyrics for the bridge before recording my vocal. I am patiently waiting to find them.

Judy and Cheryl ivy background

I wrote “Just a Tune” when I fell in love with a new friend in college. Her name was Cheryl and she was so inspiring and fun to be with. My song was about how grateful I was to find a friend like her after I had been so badly hurt by another friend in high school.

Many times, I have conversations with Cheryl in my mind. I have so many beautiful memories of writing and singing that song for her; it was special for both of us. I can hear her voice telling me how thrilled she is to hear it again. Cheryl died in 2009 and I will always miss her.

All these years later, am I still singing to her? Our deep friendship was such a long time ago. I remembered the feelings I had then but honestly I’m not thinking about her anymore with my song.

Who am I singing to?

I’ve decided I don’t need to know.

My song possibly has elements of prophecy – it is a song about finding love again. But romantic love is something I have no desire for. Any longing is tucked in a remote place in my heart where I cannot ever imagine reaching again.

When I sing with my new arrangement, I feel teary emotion spilling forth with every word because of those feelings.

So instead, I prefer to sing my song to God with deep gratitude for the music that has continued to guide, comfort and heal me.

So thankful for our love

The laugh

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ONLY A DREAM

Playing Kulak's open micMore stories, recordings and performances of this song: WATCHING YOU GROW

I am a passionate singer/songwriter following my dream.

My post title is a lyric line from my song “Watching You Grow.” Although that song was inspired by the thrill of seeing my childrens’ growth, so many lyric lines are applicable to my own growth, as a result of embracing music later in my life.

In 2010, I began to seriously play my guitar again after 30 years. It happened just after I turned 50 and it was during a very difficult time; music came to uplift me when both my parents were declining. And music guided me to end my marriage after I wrote my true feelings with my song “The Unknown.”

Perhaps the reason I love songwriting so much is because it represents a way for me to honestly express myself. For decades I “sleepwalked” through my life and denied most of my true feelings.

My music has given me great comfort and I’ve decided that music and God are interchangeable. That’s an amazing thing for me to say because and I’m not a religious person by any means!

Only a dream“Bring me to tears”

“Oh my God! That’s it – you just gave me chills!”

“I’m not sure where the spot is – but I know it’s supposed to move me in this area. Something needs to be put in there.”

“There’s nothing wrong with what you’re doing, but when you find those special notes – I’m soaring.”

Working with my arranger, George sometimes sounds like an erotic encounter!

Our sessions usually last for about 3-4 hours; time flies by as we collaborate and create beautiful music together. George is very private and wouldn’t want me to share anything about him. I can say that I always sit in a chair about ten feet away from him.

Recently, I’ve begun to be very demanding about every song arrangement we create together. It isn’t enough for me to have a song arrangement that sounds musically pretty. I’ve decided that an arrangement isn’t finished unless it grabs my heart.

From the time I began working with George four years ago, I have grown and developed musically in many ways. In the beginning of our working relationship, I let George arrange everything the way he heard it. He is definitely a musical genius and I treasure every one of his arrangements. Unlike earlier songs that were arranged in one session, most of our recent song arrangements develop over many sessions and I am far more involved.

George is eager to please me, but he gets frustrated when I send him in circles with vague directions. Sometimes it’s very challenging to explain what I want when I’m not even sure – but I know it when I hear it because I feel something special.

Yes, it does sound erotic, doesn’t it? And when I tell George that his arrangement has sent me to heaven, he beams and tells me that it gives him a lot of pleasure to do that for me.

These are lyrics in progress that I scrawled out while writing my song “Watching You Grow.”

These are lyrics in progress that I scrawled out while writing my song “Watching You Grow.”

To anyone who wonders what I do on a daily basis with my passion – I share with you now.

I record vocals three times a week. After so many sessions of recording, there are things I know about my voice.

1. I can sing well for about thirty minutes. After that, it all goes downhill.

2. I’ll sing a song about 5-7 times. The first take is usually a “warm up” because my pitch is off. But my low notes are great on the first two takes. After that, they disappear and then the high notes are better. The best take is usually the third one.

3. I use a lot of mouthwash before I sing. Another musician told me that it helps to eliminate those funny clicking noises that happen when I’m singing certain words.

4. I try hard to think about the meaning of the words I’m singing instead of thinking about how to sing better.

Writing a new song is an amazing gift from above. I never actively try to compose because it involves lyric writing. I find the process of hunting for words deep within my subconscious to be exhausting and quite difficult. But of course, it leads to bliss when I come through and express my true feelings.

Most of my time is spent editing vocal recordings. I do try to play my guitar every day because I want to maintain memorization for over forty songs. Performing is another arena that requires even more singing and guitar practice time for me.

During the years when I did not have any music in my life, it was only a dream.

I am eternally grateful that I am able to create the music that I love. For so many years, I was overwhelmed with care-giving and this is my renaissance now.

All of what I do musically fills me with energy, excitement and pleasure. It helps me cope with almost anything that is stressful in my life and keeps me smiling.

When I receive a paid illustration assignment, my musical endeavors don’t stop. I manage to do both at the same time. I have been blessed to receive a lot of income this past year as an artist.

It is a message for me from above that I can continue following my dream. No guilt. No shame. Just joy and lightness of being.

When I become overly critical about my singing abilities or when I analyze technical elements of music – it blocks me. My goal is to get out of my own way. It is a process and I am constantly learning ways to free myself from the inner critic.

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That’s me playing my old classical guitar at the age of 17! Below is that same guitar in my daughter’s hands.

That’s me playing my old classical guitar at the age of 17! Below is that same guitar in my daughter’s hands.

Daughter playing

“You’re My Superstar”

I chuckled. This was truly a songwriting moment. My 21-year-old daughter was visiting and she sat on my bed strumming my fairly new Cordoba classical guitar.

She said, “I have a song I’ve been working on, Mommy. It only has one verse though. Can I play it for you?”

I listened as she strummed and sang. It was delightful watching her.

My daughter worked full-time now since she’d been promoted to a manager at the restaurant where she worked. For the past month, she told me she had zero time and energy for music. The idea of performing again like she had a year ago was remote.

Her words were, “I am so tired from working that when I get home I go to bed early. On my days off, I have so many other things to do – music is the last thing I have time for.

That made it even more beautiful for me to see her enjoyment while playing guitar in my bedroom.

For another hour, she continued to practice her guitar playing and ended up writing another verse for her song. I sat at my computer nearby and did some other things. But listening to her play gave me a big smile.

And I let her know that her song was really lovely and how much I enjoyed seeing her compose a song in my company.

Then she said, “Mommy, by the way, I need to bring you my guitar. It has two broken strings and I’d love it if you could fix them for me.”

daughter performingHer old guitar was my old guitar. I played it from the time I was about 17 years old. It was dented, scratched and not really a great guitar. I had thought about getting her a new guitar as a gift someday. She even mentioned that she was thinking of buying one for herself.

I watched her playing my Cordoba. A year ago, I went shopping for this classical guitar and must have played over 100 guitars before I found this one. It had a nice bright sound, but I far preferred my steel-string Lowden guitar to it. So I hardly played my Cordoba classical guitar and it was dusty.

Cordoba reflected

Perhaps it was impulsive but I said, “Honey, you can take my Cordoba home. Enjoy it.”

Her eyes widened. “Mom, are you sure?”

She chirped with excitement, “I promise I’ll be very careful because I know you paid a lot of money for it. Wow!!! I can’t wait to play it in my apartment. My roommates are going to be so impressed!”

Now, whenever I look at the empty spot where my Cordoba hung on my wall, I am reminded of her excited face. It felt so good to see her musically inspired; it was well worth it.

That night, I told her that I hoped she’d never put music aside like I had for over 30 years. It was God’s gift, a magical elixir for life.

Daugher singing

Below is a link to hear my daughter’s music (I’m hoping she won’t be upset with me for sharing so much!):

https://www.youtube.com/user/vballer1993

© Judy Unger and http://www.myjourneysinsight.com 2014. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Judy Unger with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.

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ONE DAY, YOUR PAIN WILL GO AWAY – PART 3

This flower grows on a fence where I play tennis. I stopped to take a picture when my game was over because I found it so beautiful.

These flowers were growing on a fence where I play tennis. I stopped to take a picture when my game was over because I found them to be so beautiful.

The checker in the market looked very concerned. “You look like you are in pain. Do you need to sit down?” she asked me.

I realized that my eyes were closed. I was grimacing while holding onto the checkout stand as I replied. “Thank you for caring. My leg hurts but I’ll be fine – we’re almost done.”

Waves of pain were shooting through my thigh and my brain was burning from the agony. I gritted my teeth and accepted help with the groceries. I quickly sat down in my car while a young girl put the bags in my trunk. My leg continued to ache, but gradually the pain ebbed away.

This was crazy! How in the world had this happened? I was just celebrating that my eyes had gotten better and now I had a sore leg.

I had gone to my doctor on the afternoon of Halloween. A physical therapist told me I had an “inflamed femoral nerve” in my thigh. A few days later I was relieved when the pain seemed to have gone away.

I was hesitant about playing tennis, but had been pain-free since Sunday. So on a lovely Tuesday morning, I was swatting a tennis ball. I was very grateful to be outdoors and actually played better than I expected.

After two hours of tennis, I stopped at a nearby superstore before driving home. I was exhausted when I finished shopping and that afternoon my leg started aching again. I took Motrin and held an ice pack to my thigh for hours.

This time, the pain didn’t go away. I became very irritable because it was definitely hard to deal with. It looked like I had made a mistake playing tennis. Now I could barely get to the mailbox.

I remembered how the pain had gone away when I rested a lot the first time. No more tennis for me for a while. I gave myself permission to be lazy.

This was a recent album cover idea. The title of my song definitely fits for how I’ve been feeling lately!

This was a recent album cover idea. The title of my song definitely fits for how I’ve been feeling lately!

vul·ner·a·ble (adjective)

physically or psychologically weak, extremely susceptible

For three days, I pretty much sat at home.

This was such a twist for me – usually I had to push myself to be active at least once a day. Now I couldn’t do that and I sure missed what I had taken for granted!

I told a good friend about my predicament and she recommended a chiropractor. She said he had worked a miracle for a friend of hers. I was enthused because he wasn’t too expensive and his office was very close to my house.

This was going to be my very first experience seeing a chiropractor. I was pleased to get a same day appointment and anticipated I’d get some relief.

When I arrived, the office looked comfy and the receptionist was very friendly.

This chiropractor practically danced around me with his abundant energy. His large, magnified eyes bulged behind his glasses and he announced with enthusiasm that I was his “number one project.”

He recommended an x-ray, which I decided to have at the cost of $125 additional dollars. I did not want to wait a week to see if my insurance would pay for one. I just prayed I would receive some remarkable results from this man.

A few moments later, he was pointing to my x-ray. (On a side note – I wasn’t too thrilled seeing my belly shadow behind the lit up bones.) He deftly connected a few dots to create lines and get measurements.

Then he announced, “No wonder you are a mess, my dear. Your hip is twisted and a nerve is squeezed; that is why your leg is hurting. It was most likely from an injury that happened years ago – I’m amazed you haven’t had any problems before this!”

I was impressed how he was absolutely certain he could help me by putting things back into position. With his precise adjustments, my vertebrae needed to move by almost ¾ of an inch. It was a non-surgical approach that he was very experienced with and he reassured me that he had helped many other patients.

I was slightly nervous and asked him if it was going to hurt. But if this would help me, that seemed like such a silly question.

This baby picture of mine works perfectly to describe how my face must have looked before my adjustment.

This baby picture of mine works perfectly to describe how my face must have looked before my adjustment.

He said, “Honestly, what I’m going to do is a temporary thing – but you will be so happy afterwards because it is going to make your problem go away.

I looked at him with glazed eyes and blinked back my tears. It seemed that my leg pain had affected my dry eyes; they were foggy and painful again. I was at a very low point.

I was completely vulnerable and surrendered to his confidence.

He told me to lie on my side. I was to straighten out my bottom leg and cross the other over it. His voice was chipper when he called out to his receptionist. He said, “I need a leg holder.” I wasn’t sure what that meant.

He asked me to scoot on my side closer to him. He said, “Don’t worry, I won’t let you fall off. I just want you to lean towards me.”

I followed his instructions and closed my eyes. He held me in a hug-like position with one finger from his other hand poking my back.

And then . . .

WHAM!!!

I was stunned. Horrific pain screamed through me with his powerful impact. I almost passed out from shock. My body was slammed while twisted in a strange position.

His voice was still chipper when he said, “Now turn over for the other side.” I was queasy and sweat dripped from my face co-mingled with my tears.

I took a deep breath and my body was slammed a second time. I hadn’t experienced such horrific trauma since childbirth. But I had to give him credit – it happened so fast.

A moment later, he pulled me into a sitting position. I was softly crying and praying this was my miracle cure.

He said, “Tomorrow I want you to come back two more times. We made a lot of progress today but it’s still going to take more adjusting to move those vertebrae.”

All three of my children were laughing around the dining room table when I walked in the door. “Hey mom, how’s your leg?” they all asked.

I heard their voices hushed with worry when I ran past them into my bedroom. I threw the covers over my head and cried.

“Mom, is there something we can do for you?” They all stood in the doorway and were quite worried about me. I reassured them that I would be fine – I needed to rest after my traumatic experience.

Gradually, my sweat dried and my shaking stopped. It was nice hearing my children happily banter and fix their own dinners.

Now there was a knock on my bedroom door. It was my former housekeeper, Rosa. She came in with her boyfriend, Orlando. They had driven to see me because they were very concerned.

Rosa had brought with her a special supplement that she insisted I take. I swallowed two capsules of super vitamins. Then Orlando wanted to give me a leg massage. Rosa said, “Judy, he did this for me when my leg hurt and the next day my pain was gone!”

Orlando firmed gripped my thigh and started to press and squeeze it. I let out a few loud moans as he kneaded my flesh. My large teenage son came running down the hallway.

“Mom! Why don’t you tell him to stop if it hurts? You sound awful!”

Through my clenched teeth I muttered, “Don’t worry – I’ll be fine.” I let out a few more yelps as Orlando massaged my aching thigh.

Rosa hugged me goodbye. She told me to let her know how my leg was the following day. I promised her I would.

Of course, I’d like to be that skinny again. But that picture reminds me of the courage it took to jump.

Of course, I’d like to be that skinny again. But this picture reminds me of the courage it took for me to jump.

The next day, I was nervous about going back to the chiropractor. My friend, Joni sent me a text message offering to take me to my appointment. It was so thoughtful of her to want to help me and I decided to take her up on it.

Joni was still recovering from open-heart surgery only a few months before. She had been going through a lot of ups and downs with her recovery.

I gingerly got into her car and she said, “I am so glad I could do this! It feels wonderful to be able to help you.” Joni had one of my CD’s playing in her car as she drove. I felt so lucky to have her at that moment.

Once again, I was lying on the adjustment table. The chiropractor showed Joni my x-ray and explained to her what he was doing. I could hardly concentrate because my eyes were so painful at that moment. I closed them and tried to escape in my mind.

I let out a loud scream with the first slamming adjustment. I turned over for the second one and Joni tenderly grabbed my hand, “Jude, take deep breaths!”

When the chiropractor crushed me the second time, I yelled. Tears dripped down my cheeks.

I heard him announce, “Congratulations! Did you hear that loud cracking noise? That is a sign of movement, which means we made even more progress today!”

I felt queasy when Joni dropped me off back at home. I walked slowly into my apartment and collapsed upon my bed.

This picture was taken in July on Joni’s birthday. Only two weeks after that, she had problems with a heart valve and required major surgery to repair it.

This picture was taken in July on Joni’s birthday. Only two weeks after that, she had problems with a heart valve and required major surgery to repair it.

An hour later, I sat up and began practicing my singing. I wanted to record vocals later in the day.

Nothing was going to stop the music for me. Nothing.

Only two days earlier, I had sung vocals for my song “Hang On.” I easily became emotional with my lyric line of “one day your pain will go away!” Pain didn’t matter to me as long as I could make it to my car and into the place where I sang.

I drove to Darrin’s studio; it was only a few minutes away. My leg was still numb from the ice pack I carried with me. I casually mentioned to Darrin that I was having some problems with my leg and he was very sympathetic.

I quickly sat down and was excited to sing vocals for my newest song arrangement. I put on headphones and anyone who saw me would have noticed how one leg was awkwardly stretched to the side.

But for 30 minutes I sang my heart out. I went to place far away from my own body. It was magical and very healing.

When I was finished singing, I drove from the recording studio to the chiropractor for my second day’s round of adjustments. Because I knew what to expect, it wasn’t as shocking now. But it certainly wasn’t pleasant.

When I came home, I wrote a message to my doctor requesting an MRI.

I recently recorded an improved vocal for “My Shining Star.”

I recently recorded an improved vocal for one of my favorite songs named “My Shining Star.”

CORRESPONDENCE WITH MY GOOD FRIEND, DR. SAM (his words are in brown):

On Nov 17, 2014, Dr. Sam wrote:

Hope that you feel better…just remember that chiropractors are notorious for sucking people into extended treatment plans with multiple “sessions.”

How many chiropractors does it take to change a light bulb?

Just one, but it will take him eight visits!

Well, Sam, I won’t mind if it helps. Unfortunately, I wish it were a light bulb that my doctor could take care of instead.

I am telling you that every day I am more and more grateful for good health! I want so badly to have everything in decent working order – not perfect by any means. But I need to be able to walk without screaming in pain.

Hope all is well with you.

Judy

ps. All of this has become the biggest pain in the ass!

Agree that walking without screaming in pain is a good thing…just make sure that you watch your budget and don’t get taken advantage of.

Thanks, Sam. It would be nice if my HMO helped “foot” the bill. I am trying to “stand up” for myself.

I wish I knew what I’m supposed to do – rest or move! The chiropractor said he’d have me fixed up in no time and I would love to believe that! I hope he’s not just “pulling my leg.”

Judy

© Judy Unger and http://www.myjourneysinsight.com 2014. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Judy Unger with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.

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WATCHING YOU GROW-PART 1

Watching You Grow

More stories, recordings and performances of this song: WATCHING YOU GROW

Watching You Grow Acoustic 5/2/16 Copyright 2016 by Unger

WATCHING YOU GROW-PART 2

Boy did those years go by quickly!

Boy did those years go by quickly!

 

WATCHING YOU GROW

Copyright 2014 by Judy Unger

 

My heart overflows

All my joy just grows and grows

Only a dream when you began

First baby steps and then you ran

I’m watching you grow, bursting with pride

I’m all aglow

One day you arrived, tiny and new

My miracle was you

All through the years seeing you bloom

brings me to tears

You just don’t know how much I’ve loved

watching you grow

You’ve come so far

You’re my superstar

Holding your hand, seeing you through

Then one day you just flew

I’m watching you grow, bursting with pride

I’m all aglow

One day you arrived, tiny and new

My miracle was you

As years go by seeing you bloom

can make me cry

You just don’t know how much I’ve loved

watching you grow

I’ve loved . . .

watching you grow

Below are the many pages of lyrics I scrawled when my song was “in progress.” There were a lot of pages for a song that says the same thing over and over!

Below are the many pages of lyrics I scrawled when my song was “in progress.” There were a lot of pages for a song that says the same thing over and over!

I am a passionate songwriter. In my world, music plays every moment of my day. Lyric lines shout out to me in almost every situation.

I find the process of writing a song to be miraculous. When a song is “born,” it is so beautiful that I am uplifted to a very joyful place. I hear it playing over and over and walk around singing the new melody all through my day.

At first, I sing a melody without any words. But eventually the lyrics emerge and then it’s as if the song has always been there.

I'm watching

Many times I’ve referred to my songs as “babies.” Just like a child with a gestation period, my song develops from feelings within my subconscious. When it is ready, it “arrives” and seems to have a unique personality right from the start.

Of course, I cannot truly compare my songs to my children. Music certainly changed my life – but not nearly the way having my children did. And of course, my love for them goes far beyond music.

“Watching You Grow” was most certainly inspired by my kids.

I’m glad I could write a new song about them. I wrote one other song about them named “No Words. But “No Words” was haunted by the child of mine who died at the age of five and would never grow up. And I have already written many songs dedicated to Jason.

Perhaps my joy over seeing my children grow is even more pronounced because I understand how fragile life can be.

Rose pastel

My song began when I heard a bouncy chord progression. I was very excited and saw it as a sign of healing for me. I could only write a joyful song if I were in a happier place.

I shared the new chord progression with my arranger, George. We began to arrange the song before I wrote lyrics or named it. I told George that I wondered what it would be about and shared some ideas with him.

I explained that there were so many reasons why this happy melody fit into my life at the moment. My children were really growing and I was thrilled with their progress. They were definitely blossoming.

He said, “Well, that’s your song!”

I smiled and decided I would name my song “Watching You Grow.”

I am constantly reminding my 17-year-old son to take out the trash (in addition to other chores.) Because he sometimes forgets, I asked him to make a note to remind himself (I’m so tired of being a nag). I love the picture he drew complete with flies!

I am constantly reminding my 17-year-old son to take out the trash (in addition to other chores.) Because he sometimes forgets, I asked him to make a note to remind himself (I’m so tired of being a nag). I love the picture he drew complete with flies!

I am very close to all three of my children, which means I definitely feel their joy and their pain. Currently, my sons are 17 and 24; my daughter is 21.

It was interesting how not long after writing “Watching You Grow,” I lost my connection and feeling for it. The joy I had performing it at open mic venues completely disappeared.

Perhaps it was because I had no privacy where I was. I began to feel irritable in my apartment where I lived with my two sons; I found myself wishing they were “flying independently” and considered renaming my song “Grow Up Already!”

From the time they were born, my life has been intertwined with my children. Without sharing any more details about their lives, I can say that I have endured moments of deep despair while they were growing up.

The miles of growth that all three of them have traveled were sometimes so painful that I sure wish at those times I knew where they would be today.

Teaching my children to fly has been the greatest challenge of my life. But what is also important to acknowledge is that I have never really flown. I was married when I was 21 and still have not experienced living on my own.

I’m 55 years old, divorced and all of my children depend on me. Their father has not been very involved in their lives these past two years. He plans to move far away to another country in seven months.

Now I understand why my song wasn’t touching me – I was lying when I sang it!

That was because my song’s main emphasis was about how much I’ve loved watching my children grow. Well that wasn’t true because watching my children grow was often an ordeal.

But my song is true, because they are all miracles.

I see my children as gifts from God; each one is special and more important than anything else in my life.

I might dislike the process of growth, but I sure treasure the result. What lies beyond is magnificent and definitely worth celebrating.

Changing my thought process about this helped greatly and not long after that I watched my oldest son go over a big hurdle in his life. That led to celebrating and simply confirmed my feelings about how much I love the result of growth.

So now I do feel “all aglow” when I sing “Watching You Grow!”

The words above are my lyrics in progress. I always write my feelings first to help me come up with song lyrics.

The words above are my lyrics in progress. I always write my feelings first to help me come up with song lyrics.

I tried to relate my song to my own life because most of the lyrics touched me that way. I continue to grow in so many ways, too.

One word in my song did not fit for that. It was “tiny.” Perhaps I have “arrived,” but I was never tiny. I tried replacing the word “tiny” with “pure, fresh, and innocent.” That way my song could be about how I felt when I rediscovered my music.

None of the other words moved me like “tiny” did. The feelings that brought me to tears were not about me.

It moved me deeply remembering my children when they were born. They were “tiny” and new!

So the absolute truth is that nothing in my life is more amazing for me than the miracle of seeing them grow into the beautiful humans they are today.

Judy & Jenny Danny, Greg and Judy

Loving my sons

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