A: lullaby.
Our son is getting big. At nearly a year, he is pulling himself up, standing, and taking steps with the aid of furniture or mom and dad. He is starting to look like a boy–no longer a baby–and I would be lying if I said that I don’t get mushy and sad at the thought of him getting older.
But he’s not completely grown up–not yet. I used to sing to him a lot when he was much smaller, but that practice has dwindled. Today he was fussy at naptime, and it seemed like a good idea, so I sang my version of a lullaby to him.
Je t’aime.
Je t’adore, mon petit fils.
Tu t’appelles Noah,
mais je t’appelle Banzo.
Tu es mon petit prince.
Tu tiens mon amour.
When I started singing this morning, he lay his head on my chest and fell asleep. Good thing for me, my son still needs me.
