Every night I sing to my kids. Since the twins, Peanut and Melody all have different bedtimes, that means I sing three different times. Peanut and the twins get rocked and sung to for several minutes before laying down to go to sleep (then they get more singing and rocking if they have trouble going to sleep for any reason). Melody gets stories, a prayer, songs and a few minutes of snuggles before saying good night.
Bedtime is one of the hardest most labor intensive times of the day at our house since everyone is still in the phase of needing so much love and care to help them drift off to sleep. Even as I write this Melody is laying quietly in her bed with the door cracked (so she has some light) while she waits to fall asleep. She will probably wind up with a few more hugs/kisses and snuggles before the night is over if she can't fall asleep on her own.
Tonight as I sang to each of my kids, I couldn't help but be thankful that every day, three or four or more times a day, I have a reason to sing and praise God for His goodness. The songs of my childhood- camp songs, hymns and the like- flow out of me and I remember the connection I felt to God when I sang them growing up. I am glad that my children will hear hymns and traditional songs and associate it with sweet memories of being tucked in bed by their parents, and I'm glad that I have a reason to sing.
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