When I brought my firstborn home I remember those first days spent in the glider nursing and gazing in wonderment over my precious daughter. I would sing just softly enough so that she could hear me. I sang the song that I remembered my own mother singing to me. I had a fear of singing in public, so even when my husband would get near the room I would stop. My almost silent lullaby was like a secret between her and I. I treasured this time with her, and often we would both drift off to sleep in the chair as she nursed and I whispered song to her.
Over the years my voice grew louder and my fear of singing dissolved. My daughter is the person who brought that out of me and together we now sing almost all day in whatever task we are doing. It doesn't matter to us who hears or how loud we are, or how off key we might be. Sometimes we even sing while walking down the grocery store aisle. Now I have a son too, and at nineteen months old he is an excited participant in our daily songs. It's as if my life has became a musical since the birth of my daughter, all started by one almost inaudible shaky voice.
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