Young children love to sing.  They do not study voice in Italy before they sing an operetta about the events of their day.  They do not wait to sell a million records before they croon a lullaby.  Singing to them is another way of speaking.

My inner child loves to sing along with the radio.  I may feel self-conscious but Pavarotti and Aretha Franklin really don't mind if my voice drowns them out.  In the business of the day, I forget that I can sing and wash the dishes at the same time - but my inner child knows I can.

Everyone is given the gift of song.  I do not have to have perfect pitch to claim it.  I do not have to perform for others to enjoy it.  Today I will sing along with my inner child and together we will make a joyful song.