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kajel“Good morning to you!”
The off key, cheerful singing startled me from my sleep. I groaned as I pulled the pillow over my head.
“Good morning to you!”
I pulled the covers over me also. No matter what I did, I was unable to tune out the cheerful song set to the tune of happy birthday.
“Good morning dearest daughter, good morning to you!”
“Mom, you can’t sing, stop trying.” I flung the pillow at her. “I’m not a teenager anymore. You have to stop inflicting that song on me.”
My mother just laughed. She had been singing that song to wake us up ever since my sisters and I were small. I’m thirty-four years old and a new mother in my own right. This was my house and my mother was still singing that out of tune song to me.
“Rise and shine daughter dearest. I let you get a whole nights sleep. Nicky is sleeping and will be ready for a bottle soon. I am going to take a nap.”
Mom had come down from New York to help us out with the new baby. I’d ended up having a c-section and I was going to take all the help I could get.
“Go to bed and maybe I will sing to you later.”
“I’m not sure my ears could take it.” She laughed as she left.
I smiled. My whole life we had felt tortured by this song. My sisters and I had hated it as children. My mother has the typed of voice that will carry clearly across a large, loud space. There were four of us girls, in two or three different rooms, she was tying to wake each morning. Her voice was always loud and very off key.
I think we were teenagers when she told us that her mother used to sing the same thing to her and her siblings when they were young. We couldn’t understand how she could torture us the same way. Especially, when she knew who awful it was. I chuckled to myself as I remembered how dramatic my sisters and I were as teenagers.
Nicky’s bottle was nearly ready when I heard him stirring. I walked over and picked him gently up out of the bassinet. I still can’t believe the emotions this little bundle of joy has brought me.
As he blinks up at me I smile and in a quiet, lullaby tone, I sing;
“Good morning to you.
Good morning to you.
Good morning dearest Nicky,
Good morning to you.”
It was tradition after all.
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This is my entry for LJ Idol: S9 Week 21. The topic this week was The Music Made Me Do It.
The off key, cheerful singing startled me from my sleep. I groaned as I pulled the pillow over my head.
“Good morning to you!”
I pulled the covers over me also. No matter what I did, I was unable to tune out the cheerful song set to the tune of happy birthday.
“Good morning dearest daughter, good morning to you!”
“Mom, you can’t sing, stop trying.” I flung the pillow at her. “I’m not a teenager anymore. You have to stop inflicting that song on me.”
My mother just laughed. She had been singing that song to wake us up ever since my sisters and I were small. I’m thirty-four years old and a new mother in my own right. This was my house and my mother was still singing that out of tune song to me.
“Rise and shine daughter dearest. I let you get a whole nights sleep. Nicky is sleeping and will be ready for a bottle soon. I am going to take a nap.”
Mom had come down from New York to help us out with the new baby. I’d ended up having a c-section and I was going to take all the help I could get.
“Go to bed and maybe I will sing to you later.”
“I’m not sure my ears could take it.” She laughed as she left.
I smiled. My whole life we had felt tortured by this song. My sisters and I had hated it as children. My mother has the typed of voice that will carry clearly across a large, loud space. There were four of us girls, in two or three different rooms, she was tying to wake each morning. Her voice was always loud and very off key.
I think we were teenagers when she told us that her mother used to sing the same thing to her and her siblings when they were young. We couldn’t understand how she could torture us the same way. Especially, when she knew who awful it was. I chuckled to myself as I remembered how dramatic my sisters and I were as teenagers.
Nicky’s bottle was nearly ready when I heard him stirring. I walked over and picked him gently up out of the bassinet. I still can’t believe the emotions this little bundle of joy has brought me.
As he blinks up at me I smile and in a quiet, lullaby tone, I sing;
“Good morning to you.
Good morning to you.
Good morning dearest Nicky,
Good morning to you.”
It was tradition after all.
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This is my entry for LJ Idol: S9 Week 21. The topic this week was The Music Made Me Do It.
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