Thursday, November 18, 2010

Sweet Baby Mine

I always treasure the moments when I can sing my daughter to sleep. Tonight, after dropping my sister off at the airport, Megan was not a happy baby on the ride home. She was very tired and sick of being in the car seat. Of course, she was crying her little heart out. I tried ignoring it: didn't work. I tried talking to her: didn't work.

Moments later, I began singing a hymn, "I am a Child of God." Instantly, she stopped. I continued singing to her for about 40 minutes, nonstop, until we got home. I sang every primary song I could think of. There was just something about being able to sing to her for so long; something about her quiet response. There were even a few moments when I heard her "singing," too.

I love these moments, when I realize what motherhood is really about. I love my sweet baby mine.


J, C, and E said...

Isn't it amazing that something as simple as a mother's voice, mixed with the Spirit, can calm any situation?

Julie said...

Wow, that is amazing. What a sweet thing to have happen.