A quick history, and a story that makes me chuckle:
Every girl wants to have a song written for her. And, here's a tip: if you aren't a really good writer and your poetry resembles a haphazard assemblage of words that rhyme, then it's best to stick with making up nonsense songs. These, if done with the right amount of flair, can be heart-warming, treasured, and completely endearing.
The title of my blog means something. One my favorite things for my dad to call me is "Maresy Dotes". My whole life, my dad would randomly say/sing to me,
Maresy Dotes
and Dosey Dotes
and Little Lambsey Divey...
The humor in all of this was that my whole life, until I was 23-ish, I thought this was some special song my dad made up just for me, and I loved it. Most people I'm really close to call me "Mare" for short, and so I just assumed my dad, in a creative outburst, produced this high-talent precious song. **Swoon**
Well, one day as I was playing with my now sister-in-law's children, I sang this song to my niece. My sister-in-law turned and asked me to repeat myself. I sang it again, with flair. Laughing, she sang it back to me, slowly, deliberately, enunciating each word:
and Dosey Dotes
and Little Lambsey Divey...
The humor in all of this was that my whole life, until I was 23-ish, I thought this was some special song my dad made up just for me, and I loved it. Most people I'm really close to call me "Mare" for short, and so I just assumed my dad, in a creative outburst, produced this high-talent precious song. **Swoon**
Well, one day as I was playing with my now sister-in-law's children, I sang this song to my niece. My sister-in-law turned and asked me to repeat myself. I sang it again, with flair. Laughing, she sang it back to me, slowly, deliberately, enunciating each word:
Mares eat oats
and Does eat oats
and Little lambs eat ivy
Okay, I had two thoughts:
First, what the heck - I thought my dad made up that song? and -
Second, what the heck - she is singing it all wrong. It is not about mares and lambs eating ivy. What the heck?
Then, it occurred to me - my dad has been singing it to me all wrong, all along. And, it isn't a song just for me, written for me, sung for me. It's a song about animals. And what they eat. Random animals. Animals who don't normally associate with each other. Mares and does and lambs. What the heck?
And, as if it couldn't get any better: this past Christmas, while playing cards at my parents' house, I asked them if they read my blog. My dad's reply was, "YES! I read your blog! And, I love your title, Maresy Dotes!"
Um, okay, dad? Sing that song for me... Please.
Um, dad?
Did you know that it's really mares eat oats, and does eat oats, and little lambs eat ivy????
Apparently, he did not.
So, I don't feel entirely bad that it took me until I was 23 to figure out that that song has nothing to do with me because it took my dad 62 years to figure this out. He thinks he made it up for me! Wow. I feel better, but still prefer my dad's version, which, in my opinion, will always be the right version!
Kudos to you all!
Love,
Maresy Dotes
and Does eat oats
and Little lambs eat ivy
Okay, I had two thoughts:
First, what the heck - I thought my dad made up that song? and -
Second, what the heck - she is singing it all wrong. It is not about mares and lambs eating ivy. What the heck?
Then, it occurred to me - my dad has been singing it to me all wrong, all along. And, it isn't a song just for me, written for me, sung for me. It's a song about animals. And what they eat. Random animals. Animals who don't normally associate with each other. Mares and does and lambs. What the heck?
And, as if it couldn't get any better: this past Christmas, while playing cards at my parents' house, I asked them if they read my blog. My dad's reply was, "YES! I read your blog! And, I love your title, Maresy Dotes!"
Um, okay, dad? Sing that song for me... Please.
Um, dad?
Did you know that it's really mares eat oats, and does eat oats, and little lambs eat ivy????
Apparently, he did not.
So, I don't feel entirely bad that it took me until I was 23 to figure out that that song has nothing to do with me because it took my dad 62 years to figure this out. He thinks he made it up for me! Wow. I feel better, but still prefer my dad's version, which, in my opinion, will always be the right version!
Kudos to you all!
Love,
Maresy Dotes
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