That just happened. The last time I came back out here to FOB Borepatch, I grabbed a box of CDs to augment my selection here. After all, everyone back at Camp Borepatch listens to iPod, so as the resident dinosaur, I have pretty much free access to the CD collection. Well, the box had this:
The kids called it "Daddybies". I saw it, and put it in. And suddenly, I'm back in time, when I'd rock my little ones to sleep.
I've done a lot in my life, but nothing that matches this. Some day, if I'm as lucky as some guys are, I can maybe rock a grandchild or three to sleep with this.
But my very favorite lullaby was from a different album, Daddies Sing Goodnight.
The song was "My little Buckaroo", sung by Doc Watson. I can't find a video with him singing it, but this one by Slim Whitman comes mighty close.
I can't find that album. I guess I have a few years to look for it.
UPDATE 14 November 2011 19:53: I'd say that 45er is a lucky guy:
Mrs. 45er (to 3 year old kid - not me - this time): "Honey, don't pick your nose."Heh. But enjoy it, 45er. They sure grow up fast.
Little 45er: "I'm not picking."
Mrs. 45er: "What are you doing?"
Little 45er: "I'm just twisting. Like this." (demonstrates)
You know, she has a point about literal interpretation.
7 comments:
Sigh... My kids didn't like my singing, hell "I" didn't like my singing, I sound like a bullfrog with a sore throat :-)
Old NFO, I have no doubt that your kids have memories of those days that you don't even suspect. I know that mine do.
I guess I'm becoming a sentimental old fool, but I was moved by that...
God bless.
You'll love being a grandpa BP, I know I do. have I mentioned that mine are coming for a nice long visit in about a week and a half?
Joy!
For me, it's Dr. Seuss books. I used to read several of them a night to my older kids. When they grew out of them, I either gave them to friends or put them up for the grandkids. When Boo came along 10 years after his sister, I got to start reading them all over again. I swear I have a flashback to one of the older kids every night.
I was told by my wife that I am only allowed to sing along to The Clash or the Ramones. Any music that requires keeping in key is verboten.
I have face made for radio and a voice made for silent movies.
But yeah, rocking my son to sleep is a wonderful thing, especially when he grabs my finger and keeps holding it once he is out.
Six, I think I will love it, when it's here.
Instinct, I sure do miss that.
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