Little baby growing up now

Last weekend my hubby and teenagers headed off for snow camp in the mountains with our church’s youth group.  The teenagers always look forward to it, and my hubby gamely goes along as a driver/chaperone, leaving me at home alone with our two youngest daughters.  The little girls and I enjoy the break in routine as much as the travelers, and have gotten into the habit of treating it as a girls’ weekend.

With the girls on our walk.  It's a bad picture of me, but a good picture of us.This weekend we went for a walk by the pond, played oodles of dominoes, went shopping, met their big brother for lunch, went out to dinner with the grandparents, bought four new goldfish, stayed up late both nights watching movies, and slept on the couches in the living room.  The days were packed.

Saturday evening I tucked the girls into their sleeping bags, and as I hugged my 5-ft tall 10 year old, I half-playfully sang to her, “lullaby and goodnight, little baby go to sleep now…”  She giggled and snuggled in and I realized it’d been a really long time since I’d sung her that song.

Maybe the last time, I thought suddenly, and my throat clutched and my heart rebelled.  It all seems to have happened in a blink. I think I’ll keep singing her lullabies now and then, even if she is so big that it just makes her giggle. Sooner than I want to think about she’ll be singing to her own babies, and I want her to remember the melody.

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  1. Sniff! It happens much too fast, doesn’t it?!?

  2. Susan B-A says:

    “…and I want her to remember the melody”

    That could be a post all its own. The melodies of the childhoods we provide our children become the soundtracks of their lives. It’s lovely that you’ve shared this with us but so much more important that you’ve shared it with them!

  3. Each of my kids has their own song. It’s a short verse of set to some Christmas song (I don’t know how that got started, I think it’s my husband’s “fault.”) For a while, the songs slipped from use, but lately I’ve started up again. The only problem is that my son’s song uses his nickname and he’s decided that he doesn’t want to be called that anymore. So I guess he needs a new song.

  4. Don’t remember singing to my kids probably because they would have covered my mouth–cannot hold a tune worth a darn. But each of my kids had their favorite book they wanted to read. My youngest, a teen now, loves the Little Bo books by Julie Andrews and we usually read a page or two every night still. When the kids were ready to move on, very emotional to give them their favorite book to take with them. In talking with my adult children about their rituals with their kids, happy to hear that their kids claimed a favorite book also.
    Such a simple thing as a song, book, prayer—going on for generations to come. Humbling really.

  5. Janey Backer says:

    oh my, made my heart ache!

  6. Lovely smiles above, Mary! Oh, what a blessing the lullaby is to teenies, tinies, tots, and teens!

    I just discovered a group called The Innocence Mission with an album called (and including) Now the Day is Over. God is Love is another lovely selection on this cd, as well as Moon River (for Mama and Papa).

    Moon River: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LZSSD-N9xDs

    Please send my love to your mom! Love is in the air at our home: Emily is engaged to be married! Julia is expecting our 4th grandchild! Hugs! And, Blessed Easter!

  7. Me too. Tears and everything. Fast does not even scratch the surface. Oh how I don’t want to waste it away.

  8. I’ll have to remember this . . . our oldest kids will hear the lullabyes because our age range will be 13 down to 2 (when our daughter comes home later this year). But you’ve reminded me that I’ll need to be purposeful about teaching our youngest the traditions as she grows. Maybe having grandkids later will help with that!
    Nancy

  9. Oh, you’re killing me! Getting caught up on my reading. Our 1 home grown will be 16 in 2 months and it’s already killing me. We are identical, he and I. I won’t think about it today…there’s always tomorrow.