Lance was so sleepy. The eyes were drooping, mouth opening wide in gigantic baby-yawns, and he was squirming in that way sleepy babies have. Too awake to settle down, too sleepy to settle down. You know the stuff.
I rocked him. It didn't work.
I bounced him on my knee. It didn't work.
I put him in his crib and turned on his lullabye CD. Didn't work.
I lifted him out of the crib, held him close, and started to dance him to sleep. We swayed together in the middle of the nursery to the beautiful music of...my singing voice. :) We sang "Hushabye Mountain" from Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, "Stay Awake" from Mary Poppins, "A Dream Is a Wish Your Heart Makes" from Cinderella, and "There's Always Tomorrow" from Rudolph The Red-Nosed Reindeer.
Am I the only woman in the world who takes her lullabyes from children's movies? I've only got a couple that come from actual music artists, and even those were given to me from friends.
But I digress.
It was so sweet, dancing my small boy to sleep. Sleep has been a bit of an issue around here lately, what with Hubby being gone (he's back now, yay!) and working late nights and band practice and bible study. The little guy has had a hard time getting back on his routine.
Hubby was working late so it was once again up to me to get him to sleep. This is usually a challenge for me, since it's usually Hubby who puts Lance to sleep, so that's what he's used to. I had gotten quite depressed and down on myself, thinking that I was a bad mother because I couldn't get my baby to sleep. After all, oughtn't a mother to be able to get her child to sleep? I was dreading the next hour or so, knowing that it would take me that long. I was surprised.
The little guy was sleepy.
And I danced him to sleep.
I rocked him. It didn't work.
I bounced him on my knee. It didn't work.
I put him in his crib and turned on his lullabye CD. Didn't work.
I lifted him out of the crib, held him close, and started to dance him to sleep. We swayed together in the middle of the nursery to the beautiful music of...my singing voice. :) We sang "Hushabye Mountain" from Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, "Stay Awake" from Mary Poppins, "A Dream Is a Wish Your Heart Makes" from Cinderella, and "There's Always Tomorrow" from Rudolph The Red-Nosed Reindeer.
Am I the only woman in the world who takes her lullabyes from children's movies? I've only got a couple that come from actual music artists, and even those were given to me from friends.
But I digress.
It was so sweet, dancing my small boy to sleep. Sleep has been a bit of an issue around here lately, what with Hubby being gone (he's back now, yay!) and working late nights and band practice and bible study. The little guy has had a hard time getting back on his routine.
Hubby was working late so it was once again up to me to get him to sleep. This is usually a challenge for me, since it's usually Hubby who puts Lance to sleep, so that's what he's used to. I had gotten quite depressed and down on myself, thinking that I was a bad mother because I couldn't get my baby to sleep. After all, oughtn't a mother to be able to get her child to sleep? I was dreading the next hour or so, knowing that it would take me that long. I was surprised.
The little guy was sleepy.
And I danced him to sleep.
7 comments:
Aren't those moments so precious?? I loved singing to my kids when they were babies (and beyond). And, one of my favorites is the one from Mary Poppins! But I also sang hymns to them (like my Dad used to sing to me) and simple little "ditties" that I picked up from who knows where.
Enjoy it..they grow so quickly.
Hugs.
:-) Susan
Awww! So sweet! I used to have to put my niece to sleep like that, only we would dance to a John Mayer CD. LOL, she still loves him to this day! :-)
Those are great lullaby tunes!! Very sweet. My daughter likes to dance and sway with me, too.
So well written. And so very sweet. :-)
Always tomorrow is a waltz, isn't it? ;)
How very sweet!
Most of my singing is from movies too. Or else pop songs that I change up to put the kids' names in them.
Awww.
I mostly sing traditional and/or folk lullabyes, learned from my mother or father, hymns, love ballads, or, when I run out of those, nice, quiet murder ballads.
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