Our Song.

Jude and I have a song.  I started singing it to him before he was even born.  I am by no means a singer and the way I make up my own version of songs has been known to drive the hubs crazy at some points during our 5.5 year marriage.  All that to say the song I have sung for 2.5 years now to my son goes something of the like, "My soul sings, my soul sings, my soul sings, how I love you."  The other line goes like this, "Just a little while longer and I'll see you.  Just a little while longer and I'll know you.  Just a little while longer and we'll be together." Then I go back into, "My soul sings.."  The little longer chorus was a little bit more humorous when I was 9 months pregnant, but I digress.

I've been rocking my baby boy to sleep to this song for years now and sadly the nights he has wanted me to rock him have gotten less and less.  But upon returning home from Costa Rica last week he has all of a sudden wanted me to rock him again.  The hubs says he is stalling.  Maybe he is, but I don't care at all.  That baby boy, wants his mama to rock him.  And the best part about it--he's asking for Mama Music.  The last couple of nights as I sing to him he stares ever so intently into my eyes and I just want to soak up these moments.  Rocking him, singing these little choruses that he's been hearing even in the womb.

Last night he started trying to sing them along with me as we rocked back and forth, back and forth.  His eyes locked into mine.  Right now we are in our busiest season as a family.  Our time together is short before we head off in different directions again, and we have to make every moment count.  It may be stalling--but there is Mama Music to be sung and I will sing it as long as this little boy asks for it (and then some).

posted by Kristin @ June 21, 2013 0 Comments