I am not a great singer. I once had a pretty good voice, but so much now. It’s just a glorious thing that babies don’t care. They just want you to hold them and love them and sing to them. My lullaby of choice is Baby Mine from DUMBO. I sang it to Max from the time he was very tiny until one day when he was about 2 and a half he unceremoniously declared “no sing, Mommy.” And just like that it was over. When Huck was born I had planned on Moon River and only Moon River. My Huckleberry friend and all that. Somehow or another we settled into Baby Mine as well. I bust out Moon River regularly, but by and large it’s Baby Mine.
Recently he started trying to sing along. Easily the most adorable thing that ever was an adorable thing. He chimes in on the last word of every line his eyes brimming with pride the whole time. Nestled against me, sometimes nursing, sometimes not, smelling like heaven, all warm and heavy in my arms. I treasure it, knowing that sooner rather than later he will also unceremoniously break up with lullabies and nursing. We have had a good run, I’ve loved it all. I complain a bit sometimes about being the only one to do bed time and whatnot but the truth is I am selfish with my babies. With so much family around I cling to the firsts and the things that only mommy can do.
So it was on Sunday I cuddled a freshly washed and pajama clad Hucklberry, treasuring the last few moments of my birthday with him ame that after we sang Baby Mine he requested a song. How could I refuse? So we gently rocked and snuggled. And I softly rapped the theme from the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.
Sweet dreams, booyakasha.
P.S. Finally got around to Huck’s 2 year shoot. Check it out here.