God Walks Away and Flies

My sweet 3 and a half year old daughter made up this song about 9 months ago and likes to sing it from time to time. It goes like this: God walks away and flies, God walks away and flies...God walks away and flies and on and on to just about any tune she likes at that moment. It's pretty sweet and she likes to sing it to us at night. Alan sings a song that is a lullaby from his childhood that has some line about, "stay awake, don't go to sleep" which sounds weird but it's a very sweet song for a little kid. I usually sing "Over and Under" by Cindy Morgan and also an Indian lullaby called "Suli Ram" I learned in college. We sing a lot in this family.  My son is on a Blues Clues kick and asks us to sing him Blues Clues jingles, so we oblige, but I can't claim to remember the words. That's Alan's department. 

I hope I always take time to put my kids to bed. I have very tender memories of my mother rubbing my back when I went to sleep with the bathroom light on to shine into my room. I can remember the sweet and secure feeling of my mother's hands and her presence on my bed. So whenever my daughter asks me to come and put her to bed, or when she wakes up and comes in to see us in the night, I always get up and put her back into bed myself. I just want her to remember that I am always going to help her and be her companion in life. Even when she would rather I not. I know it will happen, for that is how young women define themselves and become themselves- they oppose and resent their mothers for a time. I watch it often with high schoolers. Well, if my kids don't remember their early childhood, they still have this blog. I wish my mother would have blogged, she would have been a blogging queen. Alas, I think she was too much a struggling perfectionist to journal. So all I have is all we'll ever have of her. I just want to leave my children more.