I was thinking about Judy's suggestion

I have to sit in the playroom these days to keep the boys out of trouble and now that lappy is up and running and I have a few java games or now a text based game to play, it gives me the opportunity to laugh out loud and the parent aimed jokes in Sesame Street. The first one I rememeber talking about was a muppet singing "Letter B" to the tune of "Let Her Be" and of course one of my favs, Forgetful George singing "Eyeclohoma, Eeeklohoma, Ayeclohoma Uclahoma and never getting Oklahoma" as Prairie Dawn gets more and more aggrivated with his lack of memory....

Today however, was aimed more at the parent/child in relation to another child coming into the family as Gina and Elmo try to play checkers, but Gina's baby Marco is taking Gina's attention and Elmo gets upset over it. The song they sing at the end is called, "I've Got Enough Love to Go Around" and really sums up to the child how even though I don't have time to do the things that I used to do, I still love you JUST as much as I have before the new addition came around.

This summer was a turing point for me emotionally as I let go of certain emotions over rejecting, abandonment and fear around a lack of belonging and through the whole thing, my foster family was among the people who I was thinking about the most. I do not say foster in teh government sense, nor in the sence that they are any different than my "real" family. Even though our lives seem distant and I feel "disconnected" sometimes with geography or even life's circumstances, I know that they love me all the time and that they have enough love to go around.

I am trying to find the lyrics and the tune because as all Sesame Street because its the next lulaby in my heart HELP ME, I am getting no where

....hey sisters....what do YOU think about Judy's suggestion and Mom's apparent "seconding"......what could we sing, should we decide we could pull it off or wanted to?

To Contiune the Discussing of Singing...

Some of my fondest memories revolve around singing and Tanya and Tara, Tricia who I don't think sees this blog but knows this fact all the same, and of course my high school days in choir and jazz choir have all been etched into my memories as moments of a c t u a l harmony as I find a middle note for a chord and sing it into the presence with others' voices around me, filling my ears and welling emotion into and out of my heart. When Tricia and I sing a capella and in unison, I cannot hear the difference between her voice and mine. When Tara and Tanya and I sing together, our voices mesh like an intricately knitted cloth and the feeling I get from singing in a group just like singing at church or in a large choir always amazes me. I remember thinking, "I wish that I could play the piano, or the violin or get more than one tune plunked out on the guitar." but now I am truly thankful that I take my instrument with me wherever I go.

Denise, I would consider it an honor to sing with you and as my daughter and husband, my sisters and Tricia will tell you, I can hold a note, but good luck getting me to stick to a melody because I just LOVE to harmonize too much. Let's think of some songs to sing together, I am shyish about it the first couple of times, but maybe we can get a well loved VSB music teacher who is on mat leave right now to come over and accompany us on the guitar....I am sure her Warren (by the way Warren really is an amazing kid, thanks for letting me cuddle him and change him for bed) would be happy to hear his momma's guitar too ;)

Personal Lulabies

Here I am, just guess by looking at the time what I am doing....yes, sitting on Jakes bed, waiting for my "babies" to fall asleep. I think that in just a few months, I will not be able to use lappy to do this, but more so that I will have Paige attached to me singing to the three of them for naptime.

I have always enjoyed singing and once I got over my self centered egotistical teenager/young adult attitude toward my natural ability to memorize, hear and master tunes, I slowly developed my own singing habits and used what I had learned in school, I eventually got over myself and starting singing only to the Lord or out loud when a good song comes on. BUT, one thing I have always enjoyed is giving each kid a lullaby.

When I was pregnant with Hope, for my 21st birthday Susan gave me video, The Adventures of Winnie the Pooh. This movie is close to me, because I remember it being one of the shows that I waited for after my bath on Sunday nights while my mother brushed my hair and we watched The Disney Sunday Movie. I love the simplicity of the characters and the innocence of a child with a HUGE imagination who comes up with the idea of a Hundred Acre Woods. I was SO jealous of Christopher Robin because he had his special place to go with his boots and his blue balloon. When I heard for the first time as an adult, with raging pregnant hormones Winnie the Pooh asking CR, "I wonder if you've got such a thing, as a balloon about you?" a tear welled in my eye as I heard the first of my children's lullaby take shape in my heart. Taking the balloon he begins to softly sing, "I'm Just a Little Black Raincloud." When Hope was born, she was a little white raincloud, bundled in her crocheted Grandma blankie and would fall asleep attached to me as I sang the sweet words of Winnie the Pooh's lovely song.

When Austin was born, he was a swaddle me, sing to me, rock, bounce, sway me to sleep baby. His lulaby is Mary Poppins' wonderful, "Stay Awake" in which she soothes the children to sleep by simply saying, "you're not sleepy as you seem, stay awake, don't nod and dream."

Sam's Song is from Jr Asparagus' Mom, saying, "Think of me everyday, hold tight to what I say, and I'll be close to you even from far away, know that wherever you are, it is never to far, if you think of me, I'll be with you...."

The twins have all three songs that I have been singing to them for a week but somehow they did not have their own. Funny thing is, they are the first ones to acutually say to me, "Sing' songs mum." I love the honor of having a captive audience to each of my kids but the best honor of all is the tiny request of my own flesh and blood requesting to be lulled to sleep, with my singing to them.

Oh look, they are sleeping. Thanks for "listening".