When your kids sing, it makes all the hard stuff worthwhile.
AB wandering around the house, singing a bittersweet, evocative song to the “friends” she’s carrying with her.
And E heartily singing at the breakfast table: “Oh, tidings are covered in joy, covered in joy!”
I just melt.
He sang this refrain yesterday in he car, too, and asked me, “Mummy, are you covered in joy?” I told him there were definitely times when I am. Like that moment.
(I’m afraid I don’t have photos of this, since you have to just love the moment and a pic wouldn’t do it justice anyway… so I’m cheating on the photo-every-day thing. I’ll see what I can do about a singing montage sometime soon, to make up for it.)
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Yep, yep, yep! My kids singing was one of my favourite things in the world, too! (Some of you sang more than others, but any amount was appreciated.) Loved this post! I want to hear the bittersweet, evocative song. Did she make it up? Everytime I read a Frances book it reminds me of AB, singing the little moments of a day like a living musical.
[On a totally unrelated note, your rejuvenated blog site appears, unfortunately, to include a whacking great add for auto service right under your post. How gauche of it. Can’t even wait for the comments! Not your fault, of course.]
Ah, how lovely!
Yes, singing children – whatever the words or corruptions thereof – is one of the loveliest, most joy-covered things possible!
I read the last phrase as a singing mortgage, which i think i would also love to see/hear…
(…and i don’t get the gauche auto service ad)
Lucky Auntie!