I sing to N a lot, I’m no Mariah Carey, but I’d like to think that I can hold my own and that my voice is a sweet melody to my daughter’s ears.
We find a way to turn everything into a song. When outside, we sing about trees, leaves and passing cars. We sing about cleaning up her toys, bath time, nap time. We make up songs for everything.
Recently, while combing her hair she started to sing. If you know anything about my kid, she usually runs from me when she sees me coming with a comb and cries.
But not this time.
This time, she sat on my lap and belted out a song.
Mind you, I’m not sure what she was singing, it was a mixture of the ABC’s and the B.I.B.L.E song but she sang her heart out until I was done combing her hair.
Then she carefully got down from my lap and resumed stacking her blocks.
I was amazed and a little amused, that at such a young age she had found a way to deal with something that she disliked in a positive way.
I look forward to combing her hair everyday, just to hear her sing
Little does she know her voice is a sweet melody to my ears.
Until next time.
– I’ve fallen behind with my weekly #52project pictures, hopefully I can get back on track ;)