Since ‘Baby Girl’ came along, I’ve been revisiting the good old lullabies (and making up some of my own!).
I have wondered if anyone else has ever stopped to consider what it is that we are actually singing to our kids. Are we singing pleasantries or just words that mish-mash together in a rhyme to lull them into a sense of security and FINALLY drift off?
There is one lullaby I hate and just can’t sing to her because it gives me goose bumps and makes me feel ill.
The song and lyrics according to Wikipedia:
On the tree top,
When the wind blows
The cradle will rock.
When the bough breaks,
The cradle will fall,
And down will fall baby
Cradle and all.
My problem? If the cradle falls, wouldn’t this baby now be asleep permanently or at the very least be requiring emergency medical care!?!
So I’m putting it out there… is there a lullaby that just erks you?
Until recently I was a career focused young woman always on the look out for the next awesome employment opportunity. I prided myself on my skills and knowledge as a nurse however was always open to new learning opportunities. In fact some would say I have been obsessed with new learning opportunities with my enrolment in the required learning hours (and some!) often completed in full within the first few months of the registration year. Some would call that dedicated. My husband calls me a geek. Either way, I loved it.
Has all this changed for me or am I just enjoying that hormonal rush of new motherhood?
Since becoming a Mum on 16th September 2011, I’ve enjoyed nothing more than playing with my daughter and trolling the Internet for great educational toys to buy for her- I’m studying Early Childhood still but that’s another blog for another day. My focus seems to have shifted to bundling her up in cotton wool on a daily basis, providing her age appropriate learning experiences through play of course(!), staring at her, blowing raspberries at her, putting her to sleep, changing her nappy, feeding her and staring at her some more.
When she is asleep, there are those moments of relapse where I hear about an awesome job opportunity going and for a moment I forget I’m a Mum and think about applying (most of my awesome job opportunities require 3 weeks on and 3 weeks off in a fly in fly out setting). Then I mentally slap myself and remember I’m a Mum. While I was pregnant, this annoyed me but now that she’s here I don’t mind so much.
Sure those work opportunities would be great and lots of fun in their own right but I want to keep enjoying her before she gets too old to blow raspberries at me for hours and enjoys slapping me on the chin as she feeds.
My how life has changed…