A few weeks ago, I put NikkiZ down in her crib for the night and she decided she was going to cry instead of go to sleep. I patted her back for a moment and she was still crying. So, for some reason, I started singing to her.
If you’ll recall – I have an awful voice and have been told so by people just in case I didn’t know this myself. I still love to sing and sang to LilZ a lot as a baby. Mostly Indigo Girls and Janis Joplin. (Janis Joplin, I’m sure, flopped in her grave every time she heard my rendition of “Me & Bobby Mcgee.”) However, I haven’t sang much to NikkiZ because I’ve gotten a bit reserved in my old age. I’m more aware of how bad my voice is and don’t want to subject anyone around me to the sounds of my singing.
But that night? I sang. And she IMMEDIATELY stopped crying. I mean – the second the first line, “Hush now baby don’t say a word…” came out of my mouth she quieted and after a few rounds of the song – she fell asleep. Sound asleep. My dangerously bad voice soothed her to sleep. It was a miracle, to say the least.
Since then, I’ve fallen back on this trick a few times. Namely in the car when I know she should fall asleep – but she’s fighting it. Everytime it works the same. LilZ was even witness to it on the way to Knoxville Friday and he is well aware of how amazing it was because he was listening to the same voice and can attest that it is anything BUT soothing. Yet somehow? It puts her to sleep.
This either proves the power a mother’s voice can have over her child and the inate reaction to the sound that nurtured their life for nine months. Or it demonstrates that my daughter is tone deaf.
I’m going for the latter.
Note from 2020: She still doesn’t mind me singing to her. <3