| Oh. My. Gosh. I am not ready to stop singing. |
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| Written by OHmommy | |
| Wednesday, 18 June 2008 19:00 | |
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For as long as I can remember our "Goodnight song" has been a part of our night time ritual. After bath, after prayers, after books, after tucks, I lay in bed with each child while singing our made up "Goodnight song." "Goodnight head. Goodnight ears. Goodnight nose, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight. Goodnight lips. Goodnight shoulders. Goodnight arms, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight." As I sing our song the children sleepily gaze into my eyes and I lovingly touch each part mentioned. Some nights I sing our song in Polish. Some nights I sing our song silly... calling shoulders, an ankle. And calling toes, fingers. But every night I sing to them. Even when I am away, I sing to them on the phone. Tonight was no different. We bathed. We prayed. We read. We tucked. I sang to Fifi. I sang to Lola. I stopped into Jay's room to sing to him.... "Mama?" He sat up in bed. "Yes, handsome. What is up?" "I don't want you to sing to me tonight." He proclaimed. Oh. My. Gosh. He doesn't want to hear MY goodnight song. Why ever not? What is wrong with MY song? Is he tired of my voice after a long day? Jesus, Mary, and Joseph what could it be? What was the matter? "Why, honey?" I asked and later sulked. "Tonight. Tonight I want to go to sleep like a big boy." He confessed staring me straight in my eyes.  Seriously people. I am not ready to stop singing. Yet.
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