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I am a hummingbird. At last, you know the truth!

Well, not literally, obviously. Do you realise how difficult it would be for a bird to type out a blog post? I meant that I hum a lot. A LOT! I can hum anywhere- in the kitchen, in the shower, when I wash the dishes, while reading a book, dusting the shelves, riding my scooter, sitting on a park bench, while I watch my daughter play and even while watching a movie! Heck, I can even hum when I am in the middle of a conversation (that time the humming would be in my head, of course).

During my growing years, I have driven family crazy with the incessant humming. At a family gathering, when all the play was done and the kids had settled down to ‘quiet’ reading, one cousin snapped her book shut, glared at me and said, ‘Can you please let others read as well, you hummingbird?’ Now you know it wasn’t a compliment!

It’s difficult to pinpoint exactly when I started humming. Perhaps all those hours spent staring at the ceiling, from the confines of my crib, may have triggered it. Or the fact that I always liked that ringing sound in my own ears (psychiatrist, anyone?) could be the culprit. My mom, smiling indulgently, every time I hummed in the background, didn’t help either. (Well, moms are the sweetest things, you know).

Why this thought struck me today was because I woke up in a particularly foul mood. And after all the rush and flurry of the morning routine had subsided, the peace of the household spoke to me. It whispered, ‘Why aren’t you humming? It makes you happy.’

So, the music button started whirring- both in my head and on my I-pod. As the notes emerged, some in serenity and others with a tap-your-foot rhythm, my temper cooled and my anger dissipated. The familiar hum rose from the gut and started singing in my ears.

That’s when it hit me: I have to hum! Everyday, like a tonic or a pick-me-up.

It makes things better.

It calms my stress.

It puts things in perspective.

And, knowing what a sedate and laid-back individual Gy is, I hope that she picks up this habit of mine. Just knowing that she is humming, will make me feel all better on a particularly blue day.

So, the next time we meet and I am listening to you intently, without uttering a word, just remember, I am probably humming my guts out!

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This post is my submission to the weekly challenge over at Yeahwrite! 


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Categories: ParentingReading

Jen Brunett · December 4, 2013 at 7:27 pm

Is it always something different or do you have certain hum's for different moods? 🙂 Love it. Music is such a pick-me-up for me as well!

cynk · December 4, 2013 at 7:52 pm

You might be fulfilling a sensory need. Not humming may actually leave you feeling disregulated.

Shailaja V · December 5, 2013 at 2:00 am

You know, I haven't really thought about it! I probably have set songs for different moods. Welcome to the club:)

Shailaja V · December 5, 2013 at 2:02 am

You're completely right! I feel an emptiness on the days when I haven't actually hummed!

Samantha Shanley · December 5, 2013 at 2:22 am

This reminds me of the yogic ocean breath, which I've been teaching my daughter about recently.

Kristin · December 5, 2013 at 2:25 am

Humming your guts out sounds awful, but the rest of the post was nice 🙂

Shailaja V · December 5, 2013 at 3:37 am

That sounds very interesting! Care to elaborate?

Shailaja V · December 5, 2013 at 3:39 am

Now you know how much I hum. Thanks for stopping by 🙂

Marilyn Armstrong · December 5, 2013 at 6:16 pm

My mother hummed constantly and so do I. I think my granddaughter does, too. Maybe it runs in families.

Shailaja V · December 6, 2013 at 10:56 am

It probably does! And I hope my daughter will do it too, when the time comes 🙂

Aparna · December 7, 2013 at 9:23 am

Not sure but I think I mentioned somewhere earlier that I share this attribute, and now I believe S does as well !! LOL it can be irritating at the receiving end, and can you imagine how it sounds to the others in the family who have to listen to two of us now 😉 !

Shailaja V · December 7, 2013 at 2:56 pm

Aha! Am I going to sound redundant on the 'share the wavelength' theme? 😉 I love the fact that S hums. It makes him a kindred soul 🙂

aparajita bhattacharjee · December 7, 2013 at 4:04 pm

Humming is the language of the soul announcing gratitude to the peace that nourishes it. It started yesterday in the morning, my soul announcing that it's getting the milk of peace after all that mind body talk that the day sees throughout. Surprisingly I found myself humming before having my dinner just now and even when I was aware that there might be eyes looking at me (for there are a 51 odd kids here) I contd..It never seemed to end.

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