Singing

First, We are a pretty big singing household. (Despite the fact that I could not hit a single note correctly if my life depended on it!) We sing in the car. We sing in the tub. We sing while we play. We sing when we are fussy. We sing when we are happy. We sing everywhere!

Second, I have not ever been one of those moms who talks about keeping their baby a baby for as long as possible. I don't think I rush Hannah, at least I try not to... But I can remember talking to someone when she was not even 6 months old about wanting to be young parents so that when the kids are out of the house we can have some fun times on our own. The person I was talking to said.. "You are already thinking about her leaving? I cried this fall because my son is going to go to Kindergarten next fall!" I am not saying I won't be sad but I feel like the goal is to raise her in the Lord to be a Light and then letting her go to actually be that Light in the world. It is just the way it works - right?

Now, The Story. Tonight was one of the first times I think I have ever really felt a sadness that one day this stage of Hannah will go away. I was getting her dressed to go to worship and the whole time I was changing her diaper, picking out her clothes, and getting her dressed, she was singing. All by herself. Just singing. Loud, not mumbling but not screaming. Just singing out. Really singing, all alone. I finally just stopped, put our foreheads together and listened. Just Listened. And I felt tears in my eyes. It was some of the most beautiful singing I have ever heard. Today. Today, I had that small bit of wish inside me that she would sing like that forever, even though I know she won't, and that is a good thing... really.