My dad said he didn't think the Kid had grown too much since the last time he saw him. I couldn't stop myself from disagreeing. Just in the last week his legs seem to have grown six inches, and the other night in the car we had a reasonably intelligent discussion about the presidential election.
(Just after I publish a huge lament about him unquestionably believing what I believe, he tells me he's supporting Bernie Sanders. My argument that--while Bernie and Hilary would both be good--men have had 44 "turns" to be president already and maybe it's time for a woman to have a chance has absolutely no effect. Sigh.)
All this is to say that when, as I was putting him to sleep a few nights ago, he said, "Mama, I don't ever want you to leave," I decided that I'd better take my snuggles while they're offered. I crawled in bed next to him and started singing a lullaby.
And he fell asleep, and I started thinking about all of our favorite lullabies over the years.
The ones that are undeniably his....
"Two of us riding nowhere, spending someone's hard earned pay...."
"But I love you, how I love you, all my days will rearrange to say I love you...."
One that has become so very much hers....
"I remember all of the things that I thought I wanted to be....right before my eyes I saw my heart it came to life...."
And a few that are theirs....
"Oh Mr. Moon, Moon, bright and shiny moon...."
It's an eclectic collection, our family lullaby greatest hits. I almost want to save them somewhere. When I think what I would give to have a recording of my grandma singing "Mr. Moon" before her voice started to shake (which is one of our favorites now only because it's one she sang to me as a child) it almost makes me brave enough to record my own singing voice.
Almost, but not quite.
Tell me, dear readers, what are your favorite lullabies? And--if your kiddos are beyond lullaby age--did you ever think of documenting those favorites somehow? Or are you just trusting them to oral tradition and memory?