Bah. Both Steven & William had the flu. Poor thing – I got a call at 2:30 one afternoon that he threw up at after school care. Apparently, he asked the care worker if he could go to the bathroom and then, unfortunately, showered the boys’ locker room before he could make it to a toilet. The positive side is that it didn’t happen in class or anything. I felt so bad that he created a mess for others to clean up. I picked him up, got him in the car and equipped him with a large, black garbage bag for the trip home. I asked him to make sure the bag was open (you know – avoiding the cling that makes you have to flick it open) and we rode home. When we were almost home, all of sudden he put his whole head inside the bag and somehow still managed to vomit all down the front of himself. I honestly don’t know how he did that. It was like a horrible magic trick.
Time to abruptly change the subject again. This time from the revolting to the sweet.
Back when I was in college, I was in Singing Blue, which was the show choir at Millikin University. It was one of the best experiences I’ve had. I wish I could go back and do it again and truly appreciate it and really, really learn from it, rather than coasting. Anyway, we did this song called “Jenny Rebecca”. It was a gorgeous, harmonious song that I mistakenly thought was kind of sappy & icky at the time. After some searching, I found the video of us doing it and thought I’d share it with you:
Anyway, I never thought I’d even think about that song again. But, as we know, God does cool things. Eventually, I had a daughter that we named Maggie Rebekah. And before I knew it, I was singing this song to this baby girl. “Maggie Rebekah….4 days (weeks, months, years) old….how do you like…the world…so far?” Strangely enough, I found myself singing it also to Steven. “Steven Ray Andrew…..4 days old…”
After that, it kind of disappeared. Until recently. Henry started asking me to sing to him at bedtime. I found myself searching for a song until this one flew to mind. A few changes to the lyrics (“Henry McClain Sturm…..9 years old….“) and we created a new memory. Of course, William heard me singing to Henry and, not to be left out, insisted I sing to him as well. (“Wi-ill-iam Ar-thur……3 years old….“) He’s made it different by adding commentary after each line. William Arthur.. “That’s me.” How do you like…the world…so far? “Good.” For there are swings to be swung on…. “That’s my favorite.” And when I sing his name and call him a lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky boy, he just smiles so big.
I don’t know what it is about this song. It has spoken to each of my 4 children in different ways at different times. Maybe it’s the gentle melody. Maybe it’s the understandable lyrics. Maybe it’s having their name sung to them. Maybe it makes them feel safe. I don’t know. What I do know is that I’m so glad this song found its way into my consciousness 25 years ago. It’s been a super-special part of my kids’ childhood.Tweet