You have an eye

I sing to my babies.  I think most of us do.  Nate is almost always soothed by music, so I sing to him anytime he's fussy.  Not that he's ever fussy.

Last night, I was singing to Nate when Ella came in.  She sat and listened, also, and when it was time for her to go to bed, she asked me to sing to her the same songs I was singing to Nate.  I laid down beside her and she snuggled into me and said, "Okay, mom.  I'm so excited.  I'm ready.  Now, sing."

I sang a few old hymns, which is what I always veer toward when I'm trying to sooth the kids.  They're just right when you need to calm down.  Then she wanted Away in a Manger and Silent Night.  After each song she would say, "That was beautiful, Mom."  Then she would add, "If you sing the next song even better, I'll probably clap for you or something."

As I sang, I stroked her hair.  She has beautiful hair, when she remembers to comb it.  She shifted at one point and I poked her in the eye with my finger.  She said, "Mom, I don't mind that you poked me in the eye because sometimes I just need to be reminded that I have an eye.  You know, sometimes, I just get so busy doing this thing or maybe that thing, and I forget I even have an eye.  You are helping me remember that I have an eye."  Then she sighed.  "Thanks, Mom."

So when you are really busy today doing this thing or maybe that thing, don't forget.  You have an eye.