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“You are my sunshine
My only sunshine
You make me happy
When skies are grey.
You’ll never know dear,
How much I love you.
Please don’t take
My sunshine away!”
I have always liked to sing. As a teenager I sang in the church choir, was in the chorus in high school, a couple musicals with the Drama Club, and was even selected for the All Cape Chorus. I sing in the car…mainly to the country music station, and quietly in my office at work at the end of the day along with the wide assortment of music on my IPod.
Even though I have been in singing groups, not many people besides my children have actually heard me sing. I’m not a
soloist. As a freshman in high school I had one singing line in “South Pacific”…”if you laugh at different comics…” I still remember being mortally afraid to open my mouth. Luckily my best friend sang the next line “if you root for different teams…” Without her there I probably would have fainted!
I’m not sure whether Riley enjoys hearing me sing her to sleep each night. At this point she really has no choice. She can’t run away or tell me to stop. She does fall asleep though. I hope it’s because she finds my voice soothing and not because I bore her! My selection of song choices is quite limited though. “You Are My Sunshine” is the most popular. I don’t even know if there are other verses after the first one, so I make them up as I go along. “You are my Riley, My baby Riley” usually is what I stick with. After singing those two over and over again, I resort to humming. By then she is usually asleep.
The other night, however she had difficulty actually getting to sleep. She had finished her bottle, we had cuddled and I had sang my one hundred verses of “Sunshine” followed by at least two hundred hummed verses. Nothing. She still laid there looking at me with her huge blue eyes. With all the music I know, I couldn’t think of a thing to sing. I tried just sitting there saying nothing, but she got antsy and thought that it was actually time to play so she started to “talk”. Nope, I wasn’t going to have that, it
was bedtime. Nana was tired and was looking forward to going to bed to. Mind you, it is only 7:30 at this point. (Don’t judge me!) Some Toby Keith songs ran through my head…probably not really appropriate lullabies. Who wants their 1 year old running around at some point saying “who’s your daddy, who’s your
baby….”? Lady GaGa was definitely out.
Then I remembered two favorite hymns from church. As a teen I loved when I saw these on the Sunday morning program. Even as an adult they are still favorites. One reminds me of my daddy. It was his
choice to be sung at his funeral. So I decided “The Old Rugged Cross” would make me to sad. So I chose the other. Two verses in and Baby Riley was ready to be tucked in.
How sweet the sound,
That saved a wretch like me.
I once was lost
But now am found
Was blind, but now I see.”
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