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By the lovely Grace Farris.
P.S. Momsters and very minor holidays.
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Love this. Definitely in the interminable bedtime universe and trying to savor it. My three year old calls out a lot and night and requests me to hold her hand. ❤️ but yes, sometimes my sanity is called into question in this season with two littles.
Sitting here tearing up ( ok sobbing ) in the teriyaki place picking up an order for my daughter’s birthday celebration while she’s at my house with my son in law waiting for me. 37 years ago at this time she was not even a day old yet. Sweet sweet memories. This post by Grace is beautiful. I DID cherish every second, and still do. It was just yesterday, wasn’t it ?
So excited to receive a text from 12yo almost 13, asking if I was going to shops and if I am can I get snacks so we can have snacks and watch a show. Any better Friday night invite?? No way. on the list maltesers, gum and chips. Hooray for chips.
so fun!!
My song for my oldest was “Sweet Baby James” and when it comes on we just look at each other and have a sweet moment of connection.
More chips! So true. Anything salty.
We’re out of the lullaby phase (I Don’t Want to Live on the Moon from Sesame Street was my go-to) but I did just rock out to Safe & Sound with my 2nd grader. I’ll be sure to cherish it all, even when he’s asked Alexa to play it for the trillionth time.
I had a song list that I sang to all of my kids when they were small. They fell asleep or calmed down if I started singing the songs. They’re all mostly grown now but they talk abt the songs sometimes. I miss singing to them and also reading to them. I read classic chapter books to them when they were in elementary school and had voices for all the characters. It was so fun. I miss it so much. Rocking them, reading to them, and singing to them…it went by so fast. I’ve had more years not doing those things with them now than doing them.
In the twinkling of your eye, they are 18, 21,35, 42, now my son is 53….
Man is this true. There is a card that is often on the rack right by the check out at the grocery store by me – it says “I blinked and you grew up”. I literally start crying in the check out aisle every time. I would give anything for one more little boy bedtime snuggle – mine are 24 and 26 now and well launched.
My heart!
This hits home.
We are dripping our daughter at college this weekend and moving her in.
I’m not crying. You’re crying. This makes me think of when my mom would sing me ‘Doe a Deer’ from The Sound of Music and ‘My Favorite Things,’ how sweet her voice was for nap time. I haven’t heard my mom sing in years, even to the radio. I wish I lived close enough to give her a hug.
Oh the singing! Too true, too true! I used to put my twins, back-to-back, in the same baby swing at the park. We called it “wrecking ball” and sing forever. One day, two older kids ran up to the big kids swings, calling out to their mom, “it’s the singing lady!” Core memory I’ve tucked away for rainy days. Thank you for the nostalgia, Grace. Thinking I’ll bust out a Senor Don Gato to my kids after school today. Mmmmreow.
I love this so much!!! Thanks singing lady!!
Wow, Grace Farris – your beautiful poignant comics sometimes have a way of making me both smile deeply and get rather misty-eyed at the same time.
That’s me in the interminable bedtime, feeling the urge to burst out of the house and run feral through the dark streets, a la Nightbitch.
😆 thank you for this
My Nana would sing “Too Ra Loo Ra Loo Ra” as my sister and I fell asleep as kids. Humming the song to my babies was wonderfully nostalgic – a way to reconnect with those distant memories of Nana.
My mum would sig that to us when we were little and when I had my baby two years ago, I couldn’t think of a single lullaby except for my distant memory of that song, so I sang it even though I figured I probably had it all wrong. When my baby was three months old, my parents flew across the world to visit for a month to meet their new grandson. One day my mum said she’d put the little guy down for his nap and I gratefully accepted and just lay on the bed while she sat in the chair rocking him and singing that song. I realized- as I drifted off to sleep at the same time as my son to the old tune- that I actually had gotten it just right, even after forty-two years,
Oops
*thumbing
*evening
I ran across my grown daughter’s CD case from years ago and thumped through it. I came upon a Jem CD that I hadn’t thought of in YEARS. I recalled a few songs that I loved and downloaded the CD. The memories flooded- eveni is with our teenage/college girls sitting on the screened in porch hanging out listening to music and talking.
I told my daughter about the memories that the song inspired and she said her gym played a song that reminded her of the same memory. Those beautiful unplanned moments continue to pop up and give us the gift of warm memories as the years go by. 😊
Grace always hits the spot ❤️ This reminds me of one particular interminable bedtime with my 2 year old: I was lying next to his crib on the floor, singing the usual lineup of songs to him in the dark. I must’ve zoned out and didn’t realize I was repeating a chorus in an ongoing loop. 2yo goes, “You got that song stuck in your head, mommy?”
Sigh. Truth. I never thought I’d miss spending an hour doing rotations between the beds for songs and backrubs. Yet my youngest stopped asking for them this summer and unintentionally stomped on my heart a bit.
I both love how independent older kids are at bedtime but also really miss piling together on the couch with a stack of picture books. The end of that snuck up on me. Apparently having younger siblings kept the older kids doing it at an older age than the youngest will do on their own.
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