It is a beautiful but sad song, he requests it often, although I can't sing it with the dreamy harmonics. Time was that I sang it every night to him in the rocking chair, now I sing it to him only when he asks. I know the time will come when he will ask for it no longer and I'll say things like "I used to sing this beautiful lullaby to you" and he'll tell me to be quiet. Or maybe not; the point is to cherish these moments. Sometimes he will get upset if I don't feel like singing him a lullaby and he'll say, plaintively, " but Dad! if you don't sing me a lullaby, I wont have any dreams!".
How is a person to refuse?
We were swimming last Sunday at the hot springs in Ouray, (pronounced you-ray) Kathleen too! her first major outing since the meningitis debacle. The wee lad has become a fish, like this one:
Apparently there is an Elephant motif today. It is a constant wonderment to watch this boy grow up and become an entirely new being on a regular basis. It is clear to me that there are so many things about him that are fundamentally different then even 6 months ago. Does this happen to us too? Or are we stuck? All the cliches that I remember of Grown Ups not seeing the things that the children see, the Faeries, the Magic, have become true. I feel that it is important to strive to take the things that seem frivolous to us but are very important to our children as seriously as we can. Daddy's bank account just doesn't really mean anything to a six year old.
Really, I just wanted to show off my knowledge of ancient Disney musicals...
Kathleen seems to be close to 100% better, she has been taking care of herself, not working too hard, (imagine!) and letting me do most of the housework, which I do, grumbly sometimes (imagine!). She is back up on her feet & back at School part time, much to the relief of her co-workers and students. Teaching however, is tiring for the post-fevered brain and she has still been spending a lot of time in bed.
Resting.
Playing Scrabble.
And Boggle.
On the Computer.
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Thank you.
2 comments:
Good one, Corm.
I used to sing Frank Sinatra's "One for My Baby,and one for the Road" to N and J.A drunk song always puts one to bed.
Thank you!
Sad songs, drinking songs and particulary the sad drinking songs make the best lullabies. I often sing a Swedish epic drama about the young Karl who... and then goes down with the ship as he is forgotten onboard, tied to the wheel, while his own father rescues the rest of the crew. It is so long that it is my own bedtime when I'm done.
Gassho, Johan
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