I can't whistle: lullaby/mantra

11 July 2012

lullaby/mantra

I sing this to Della in a tune I made up--

you are my baby

beautiful, smart, creative and kind
resourceful, resilient, self protective
and sleep through the night

(a bit of fantasy there at the end. I'm just sayin).

computer woes and a wee bit of flailing have kept me away for a bit-- so I'll add some photos my brother in law took this past weekend with his cell phone.
Note the pigtails.

and so it begins.

4 comments:

sprogblogger said...: Oh look at that big girl! I love the pigtails!!!
About the only thing I 'miss' about having a boy-not-girl is that I'd've loved the chance to play with a little girl's hair. Enjoy!; July 11, 2012 at 11:43 AM
What IF? said...: She is such a gorgeous little sweetie pie, and I adore the photo of you kissing her. May the sleeping fall into place too.; July 11, 2012 at 4:36 PM
Joannah said...: Okay, that is really sweet! I sing silly songs to Michaela. Here's the one I sing most often:

Baby Punkin
Baby Punkin
You're your mom's Baby Punkin
(repeat)

I love you, Baby Punkin
I love you all the time
I love you, Baby Punkin
I'm so glad your mine

I bounce her while I sing it. It's the lamest, most heartfelt thing I've ever done! ;); July 12, 2012 at 12:35 AM
B. said...: So sweet. I hope she picks up on the sleeping part of the song before, say, first grade. Sooner would, of course, be welcome too. Maggie's first smiles were in response to my singing... just sing-songy repetition of her name, which still makes her smile. Charlotte sometimes insists I NOT sing, but whenever she's sad or hurt, she likes to snuggle into my lap for some songs. Singing is powerful stuff, and the root of lots of happy memories. I imagine Della dn Charlotte and Maggie singing to their own special people some day.; July 13, 2012 at 7:53 AM

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I started this blog during struggles with infertility--struggles that resulted in countless IUIs, medications, procedures, 5 attempted IVF cycles, 2 pregnancies, one heartbreaking loss, and one miracle baby.

Parenthood left me feeling like I was not sure what to do here, with this amazing community. To talk about parenting felt boastful for those still and forever struggling. To not talk about it felt disingenuous. So here I am. I want to talk about my real life. Parenting. Midlife reassessment. Flailing. Finding myself. Mucking about.

So yes, I am a midlife parent of an amazing child.
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