Memoir Monday: Bedtime Lullabies Sung by a 4-Year-Old
My life is in transition.
Moving from a good place to an even greater place is on the horizon.
And I can feel it, see it, smell it, and taste it.
In the meantime, I’m being cradled in the most loving arms one could imagine.
Sharing a bedroom with my 4-year-old granddaughter was a humbling thought at first.
Especially coming from a brand-new 4-bedroom home with only two souls living in it.
I’ve always been early to bed because I’m an early riser.
A carryover from raising four children and years of devotion to a job.
These days, being early to bed puts me in the right place at the right time for the BEST part of my day.
My first night in transition was tough.
I was so tired, but I couldn’t sleep.
The wheels of my mind were turning...
processing the past, planning the future.
So I laid there in the darkness, a soft warm light creating a gentle glow.
“Nana, can I sing you a lullaby?” my precious granddaughter whispered.
How did she know I needed that?
“Sure. Come on with it then,” I responded with a smile, pulling the covers up over our shoulders.
No, it’s not a song you’ve heard before, nor is it a sound that would be familiar to you.
It comes from innocence, love, excitement, and pure joy.
And it goes straight to my heart...
the storehouse of all that’s within me.
Everything God needed to make me,
then bless me to make her mother,
and then on to make all of my grandchildren.
The song usually starts off with the same three verses,
but from there it climbs the ladder of a 4-year-old’s creativity.
Her mind weaves in the events of the day,
but most importantly...
gratitude.
I could go on and on about this precious and sacred time of day.
A bedtime ritual I’ve come to look forward to like a 4-year-old child myself.
I hope you’ll have time today to listen to the recording of one of our evenings.
But I warn you...
Her voice will relax you,
soothe you,
and carry you gently into gratitude.