My children are getting older. In fact, yesterday I spent the afternoon making a (late) birthday cheesecake for my oldest child. 🙂 We have yet to eat it (hopefully we will dig into it tonight), but the recipe looked delicious!
Anyway, I used to often sing to my little people when my eyes were tired from reading many stories and I was ready for the room to be darkened. I sang songs from our church’s Children’s Songbook along with songs I learned in my college voice classes (like “Wiegenlied” by Brahms in the original German or “O Rest in the Lord” from Mendelssohn’s Elijah).
Sometimes my little ones would tell me to stop singing (which would break my heart because of the many fond memories of my mother singing to me at bedtime).
Then, the other day, I was surprised by my oldest daughter (who is fast approaching teenage life), as she called from her own room to me at bedtime with these words:
“Mom, will you sing to me?”
My heart melted, and I was taken aback for a moment, wondering what to sing, trying to find my voice. Soon I began to sing one of my favorite Children’s Songbook songs, “I Feel My Savior’s Love,” which I sang to her oh-so-many-years-ago as I held her in my arms, nursed her at my breast.
The whole house fell silent, except for my voice, ringing through their bedrooms singing of love.
My husband soon joined me, and we sang together to our little people. Our voices blended and lulled our children into safe and pleasant slumbering.
And, now, I have another favorite memory to add to my already full heart.