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I got into this habit of ending the year with my seniors by singing to them.

Yeah. Random, but I’m all about those meaningful things which takes you back to being a kid. Think about it: it’s only elementary school where a teacher reading picture books aloud and singing corny songs in the name of education is the norm, but we still learned. I’d like to think I’m bringing it back.

So I sing. One song in particular, which has evolved over the years: Benediction. My last bit of advice for them; father’s advice.

I sing, they cry, I swear, they laugh, we say “see you later,” because I have a problem with “goodbye.”

This year I recorded this song (and two others I did for an example of class projects) and uploaded them for my kids. They were uploaded to Myspace (meet people where they are at). I included the link inside of cards I wrote to each of them individually. More father’s advice.

This led to an influx of Myspace Friend requests on a site I rarely use. The kicker: most of my kids changed their Myspace pages to play our song when it is opened. The first thing they and anyone else who logs on to their page will here, is me singing to my kids.

It was my turn to cry. Bastards.

But here they are