I was listening to Pandora last night. Otis Redding radio. Motown, in other words.
A song came on. "Little Bitty Pretty One." And suddenly I was almost in tears.
I sang that song to all my kids but one. I didn't sing it to Psalm. There was too much else going on for me to think of singing to her at all, to be honest. Singing to my babies is an intimate thing. I've always sung their first song to them when it was just the two of us. And it was never just the two of us.
But I did play her her song, "She Will Be Free". So there's that, at least.
Not that it's enough.