what i'm grateful for #3: lullabieskangc012
You think being grateful for “lullabies” is sort of lame, don’t you? Well, my friends, allow me to convince you that lullabies are quite possibly the most awesome things that exist. But first, a story.
The godfather of my only child (shown as a newborn, above), Mark, and his wife Morgan, gave birth to their first, a son. about a week ago. Mark and Morgan (and now, little William!) live in London, and since I’m here in Houston, I haven’t been able to see the baby yet. But about 7 hours after the birth, I was on Skype with the new little family, and watching little William quietly breathing, his little lips puckered in that perfect way that babies pucker their lips. I watched Mark and his family through my computer screen, just marveling at what had just happened, how their lives had been forever changed by this sweet little bundle sleeping on Morgan’s chest. It was just so awesome.
Needless to say, as we bloggers are won’t to do, I felt moved to write about it on my site. And as I always do, I wanted to end my post with a song. After some searching, I found this one, called “Not a Lullaby,” by The Weepies, that had the following lyric:
This is just a quiet tune
to bring the light into your room
When I’m not right in front of you
to hold you in my arms
Perfect, since I won’t be able to meet little William for a while. And I love that it’s called “not a lullaby” — it’s just a sweet, soothing song.
But then, this got me thinking.
I remember when I was waiting for my daughter to be born, I felt like it was important for me to have a lullaby in my back pocket, so that I knew what to pull out when she needed soothing. By the time she arrived, I had a few traditional lullabies in mind, but you know which song actually worked best?
That’s right: Bob Marley. I know it doesn’t sound much like a lullaby, but it turns out that when sung softly, it works a treat. In fact, Alex is 8 years old now, and it still is the song that works best for soothing her. I mean, how can you stay upset when the first line tells you not to worry ’bout a thing?
Then, I remembered that when I was a little girl, my dad used to sing this song to me over and over again:
He didn’t sound anything like Ray Charles, and in fact, my father has a really hard time holding a tune, but it was sweet, and I can’t ever not think of my Dad when I hear it.
So yes, I’m grateful for lullabies, even the ones that were never intended to be lullabies. I’m grateful for how they make instant traditions within families. I’m grateful for the moments when I’ve been able to sing them, or had them sung to me. And I’m grateful for how they instantly bring up wonderful memories every time I hear them.
What about you — did your family have lullabies? Did you have any special songs you sang to your kids? Share them in the comments. And mad respect points if they were song by artists in the 80’s who had bad hair.
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