Singing

Music has always been a very important part of my life. When she was pregnant with me, my mom sang Annie's Song by John Denver. She continued to sing it to me as a baby and throughout my life. It was "my song". I would hear it on the radio and my eyes would droop. I would get sleepy and peaceful. I still do. I played a lot of music for Elliott before he was born. I would sing songs to him. Turn up the radio a little louder then usual just to make sure the baby could hear. Once Elliott was born, I began to sing to him right away. Holding him close and singing to him was not only comforting to him, but for me too. Especially in those moments where nothing else seemed to calm him. I sing to him all the time and now he is starting to recognize the songs that I sing and he gets excited when I start to sing. Today my dad was playing with him on the floor and he started to sing You Are My Sunshine...Elliott gave his biggest smile as if to say "You know that song too???" As I was rocking him to sleep tonight I leaned close to his face and sang You Are My Sunshine. He reached up and touched my mouth. He smiled and giggled. And he even tried to sing along. His singing sounds are different then his talking sounds and are just another indication of his understanding. I think we harmonize together perfectly.