God has a greater plan

While the title is always true, I discovered something new this weekend. Let me start at the beginning...According to my mother, I used to sing myself to sleep as an infant. Before I could walk or talk, I would sing. Well that love and talent for singing only grew as I did. One of my favorite activities as a child was to sing "Somewhere over the Rainbow" with my mother accompanying me on the piano. I would endlessly sing the songs of "The Little Mermaid," "Aladdin," "Oliver," and such. This all culminated in High School with Choir where I advanced into the Mixed Ensemble group. Following high school, my singing was mostly contained in the car and at Church.

With the arrival of my first child, Champ has also become accustomed to my voice. In fact it was really funny one day. I put on the Dixie Chicks and was singing along. (I will in no way equate my vocal skills to those of Natalie Maines, but I can sing fairly loud.) Champ was rather intrigued as he glanced at me, then the speakers and back and forth trying to figure out how my voice came from both places. I appreciated what I took as a complement.

So, on the the volume of my voice. I have now found the importance of it. It is the only thing that is louder than a child's full out, pitching-a-fit cry. Champ had one of those moments yesterday morning. He was a grump and got a bee in his bonnet and it only escalated from there. He was inconsolable. I was admittedly at a loss as what to do. So I took a cue from my brother-in-law. I have seen him subdue and calm his son by holding him firmly and rocking him. So I grabbed Champ and sat in the rocker in his room. It took me a minute to get him in a tight hold (the little bugger is strong). I laid my head back on the chair, closed my eyes and started with Amazing Grace. I got through about a verse and a half, before he first quieted to listened. Well I sung the only 3 verses I could remember over and over. He finally calmed then crashed. Little thing just slept in my arms. By that point it was something we both needed.

I am just so grateful for my singing talent. It will never be too much, but it can relax and calm my son when he needs it the most.