You can never go back...

One of my favorite memories from when I was young is my mom playing the piano/singing at bedtime. Growing up I was pretty independent and because of our circumstances I had to figuratively grow up at a young age. But in those moments, when I was in my bed, snuggled up under the covers I felt safe, I felt like a child.

And so, whatever our circumstances are, whatever happens in our lives I will sing to our children. I will sing songs I grew up hearing and songs I fell in love to, songs of belief and songs of question, songs my grandparents sang to us and songs I hear from the husband...

Maybe that will help them hold onto their childhood a little bit longer, to feel the comfort of a blanket and the love of their parents.


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