Sugar and Spice and Everything Nice
I love to sing and have found over the years that it’s fun to come up with silly little songs to sing to the children in my life. The little ones, especially, always seem to bring to mind some tune where the words can easily be changed to their name. So when Eliana was born, it didn’t take me long at all to come up with a little sing-song way to teach her her name. I think it has to be comforting to her to hear her mama sing the same song to her over and over, one that only I really know.
In addition to the name-song, I’ve found myself calling her “Little Sugar” because she is just so sweet, and came up with a silly song about that too. Her sweetness overwhelms me. I’m so thankful to have a good baby who sleeps and eats well, doesn’t mind being held by others, and seems to just go with the flow.
I wasn’t prepared for the depth of love I would feel for her so early on when she could do nothing for herself. I had a lot of fear during my pregnancy, labor, and delivery. It was hard to allow my heart to become fully attached, having witnessed several close friends lose their precious babies and dealing with the difficulties I faced. But once she was born, the love poured in all at once and I found myself regularly in tears of pure joy, admiring her, marveling at her very existence, in awe. She is the sweetest thing I have ever experienced.
In the last few days, she’s decided to join me as I sing my silly songs. She coos right along with me as I sing, matching my tone and rhythm – at nine weeks old! She smiles and laughs, which is so delightful that I find myself doing all kinds of crazy things just to see that smile again. When she cries, my heart breaks. When she is hurt, I hurt. There is nothing like this love.
Everything is not all hearts and flowers, of course. There are times when she cries and I don’t know why. I just want to sleep or finish the project I’m working on, so frustration threatens to take over. There are middle-of-the-night feedings, sheet changings, endless doctor appointments, digestive issues that keep me on poop-patrol, and then diapers that spill over onto her clothes and me. But it’s all worth it. We are so blessed to be given the privilege of parenting such a sweet little sugar baby. God has been good to us. The worst day with her is better than my best day at any other job I’ve ever done.