I want to be one of those mothers who sings to her child. I want my child to be one of those children who likes it when her mother sings to her. One of the sweetest "aunt experiences" I've ever had was singing to one of my nephews. It was back in 2005 (I think), and I was at the wedding reception of my brother Doug. All my family was there, and at the moment in question, my sister (Becca) and her husband were deep in conversation with some old friends that they hadn't seen in several years. Just at that moment, 10-month old Evan started to get pretty fussy. I had just finished being deep in conversation with some old friends that I hadn't seen in several years, and having a little free time, I went to Becca and took Evan off her hands. I carried him out to the hallway, and proceeded to bounce him, and dance with him, and play with him, all to no avail. He kept on crying, and his cries became a little more desperate as time wore on.
Finally, I started singing to him. His reaction was amazing. I was holding him so that he could see over my shoulder, and the minute I started singing, he stopped crying, and tried to wiggle his ear up so that it was closer to my mouth (I wasn't singing all that loudly, there were people in the hall waiting to get into the reception after all). Every time I stopped singing, he started to whimper again, and every time I started singing again, he quieted right down, and moved himself closer to the sound. It was so sweet. Eventually he fell asleep.
I would like to say that this all happened because I have an angelic voice, but the fact is, I've sung to several other babies, and this is the only time this has happened. So, I have come up with another theory.
Although we have never spoken about it, I'm reasonably certain that my sister sings to her children. What you may not know (having never heard us), is that my sister and I have basically the same singing voice. It happens to be my mom's voice. Honestly, when the three of us sing in unison together, it usually sounds like one person singing (one person who has the vocal support and power of three people though). So, I think that when I sang to little Evan, he either 1)was so surprised by his mom's voice coming out of this person that was definitely not his mother that he had to quiet down and figure out what was going on, or 2)was so comforted by the familiar sound that it calmed him right down. Either way, it worked out great for me.
So, with that lengthy introduction, here, in no particular order, is a list of some of the songs I want to sing to my baby girl. I figure I'll put it out here so that Becca and my mom can start learning them-thus preparing to be better able to comfort my crying child should they find themselves in a position to do so. As for the rest of you, well, it's just for your reading enjoyment I guess.
- Baby Mine-from the Dumbo Soundtrack, or from the Beaches Soundtrack-I'm slightly concerned about the line that says, "From your head down to your toes, you're not much, goodness knows". I don't want my child to grow up thinking that she isn't worth much, you know? But, I love the next line, "But you're so precious to me, sweet as can be, baby of mine". So, we'll see how I reconcile all of that.
- Angel Lullaby-from My Turn on Earth- Do you remember My Turn on Earth? It was a play that made the rounds of Mormon-dom in the 70s. I loved it. We had the LP record, and I used to listen to it all the time and dance to the music. At the time I didn't particularly care for this song, because it was too slow and boring. Now, I love it!
- Suo-Gan (a/k/a The Song that Christian Bale sings in Empire of the Sun)-The problem with this one is that it's in Welsh, and I don't know Welsch. My research tells me that it is in fact a lullaby though. Do any of you know of an English version?
- I Feel My Savior's Love-My favorite primary song.
- And finally . . . Feelin' Groovy (the 59th Street Bridge Song)-By Simon and Garfunkel-Obviously, this is not a soothing-please-calm-down-little-girl-lullaby. This is a sing-and-dance-around-the-room-together song. I'm hoping for more of those moments than I can count.
And there you have it, the songs that I plan on having as my base repertoire for motherhood singing. Is it weird that I've planned that out?I leave you with two cheesy-but-small pictures that I took last night after Eric completed assembling the dresser that we purchased at Ikea. Can I just exult for one teeny little second? Being married to a man who knows how to use tools is HEAVEN!
HEAVEN I SAY!
(Oh-and that robot that's on the back of his shirt? He designed it. Handy, artistic and cheesy. Could there be a better man for me?)
Sorry this post is so long. Maybe bloggers block will strike again and I'll go back to short posts now.