In a reunion I attended last year, somebody who used to be very, very close to me said that he feels strange hearing my voice again after almost two decades. He said it sounded different, that it now has a high-pitched timbre.
“Really?”, I asked. But that was all I could mutter.
Days after, our conversation would still bug me. This person used to talk to me every single day for years and he probably does remember how I naturally sounded back then.
Does it sound unnatural now? Or was I faking my voice then? But how could I have sustained a fake voice for years? Can people’s voice really change?
I was grappling with the answers to these questions one day while caught in homeward traffic. Then I got home and my favorite part about this ritual was when I would skip out of our car ahead of my husband and hurry up the porch to open our main door and as it opens, the kids would run to me yelling “Mooommm..”.
And I would say, “Hiiiiiiii, giiiiiirrrrrrllllllsss.” in a shrilly voice. Then we’d kiss and hug.
And then it hit me. My voice did change. It has turned into a mother’s voice. A happy, mommy voice.