Clever came to us in August. He was well passed his due date and if you saw me, you would have thought I was getting ready to deliver a football team! I was as round as I was tall.
I went to the hospital to be induced. Hours passed and nothing happened. I remember my husband asking, “Is the baby really big?” and the doc telling us no. He had delivered thousands of babies and this particular one was not big.
More time elapsed when the doctor realized this child would not be coming out on his own OR with the help of my body. So, I was prepped for an emergency c-section. Funny, I wasn’t happy about it at the time, in hindsight- its the way to go!
The baby, Clever, came moments later. After I was “stitched up and ready to go”, we were taken to a recovery room. My hubby went out to tell waiting family the fabulous news- that Clever had arrived! All 10 pounds 5 ounces of him! Good thing the doc was right about his size- NOT!
As I laid in the room, just me and this amazingly cute little boy, I was overwhelmed by EVERYTHING. I had been so nervous JUST THAT MORNING that I would never be able to love another child as much as I loved Studious. Yet, here he was. A little (well-maybe not little by baby standards but as far as the whole human population went…) boy who was captivating me.
I began whispering in his ear all the sweet nothings we tell our children. And I sang a song to him. Within the first few moments of his life, I softly sang, “Baby Mine” from Dumbo. And I kept singing it in the precious moments when we were alone during our 5 day hospital stay.
When we got home, even through all the commotion and emotion of a new little one, I KEPT singing Baby Mine to him- everyday at nap and every night before bed. It was such a special thing to me. I looked forward to it nonstop. That little moment where we would snuggle close and I could whisper-sing (its a thing) into his ear this song that summed up our life together.
I knew these times were special to me and Clever certainly loved any and all snugglin’. But, I remember the day I realized our song meant as much to him as it did to me.
He was about 18 months old, he was running and playing in our living room, distracted by all things little boys are when I started singing his song, “Baby Mine don’t you cry…” from the sofa. He STOPPED in his tracks- I mean complete halt- and RAN to me- hopped up into my lap and instantly snuggled up to me for the duration of the song. It was amazing. So much so that I kind of treated it like a trick for a while. When my hubby came home, I said, “You gotta see this!” and sure enough, each time I started singing it, Clever would come at me wide open from wherever he was, climb onto my lap and lay his head on my heart.
That is the heart of the good stuff, you guys. This is what makes it ALL worth it.
Today, six years into life and Clever is still going strong with his song. Each night, I kneel next to his bed, we say our prayers and he says, “Will you sing my song?” and every night, I do.
He tells me when he is 101 and he lives with his wife, he will still call me over at night time to come over to his house and sing “his song”. Of course, I will be happy to oblige!
This was such an amazing thing for Clever and I that when Dapper and Spicy came, I did the same thing with them
Dapper’s song is “Close to You” from the Carpenters and Spicy’s is “I just called to say, I love you” from Stevie Wonder. The best part is, they have the SAME exact reaction as Clever. It is our special thing and they ask for it ALL the time. It is one of the daily practices I started that I am SO VERY THANKFUL for. It has just created such a special moment for us each day. It lets them know how special they are to me.
“Mommy, will you sing my song?”
Always my little loves. Always!
XOXO
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