Monday, August 25, 2008

Mama sang grace, Daddy sang do-dah

Tonight as Caroline and I sat down to rock before bed, I asked her what she wanted me to sing -- fully knowing the answer. As usual, she said, "Grace," which is her name for Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing. I sang this to her totally on a whim one night because it's one of my favorite hymns, and now it's her favorite too.

So then I asked her what Daddy sings. She paused a second (I love that pause because I know the wheels are turning), then said, "Daddy sings Do dah day." In other words, Camptown Races.

It cracks me up that she has clearly separate expectations of Mama and Daddy. She never asks asks Daddy to sing Grace, and if I dare venture into Daddy's repertoire, I get severely reprimanded with a "Daddy sings that!"


If you're following the adoption journeys of any of my blog buddies, check out these blogs for some updates: Beth is home with her son. Holly and family are still in Ethiopia and come home Saturday.

1 comment:

Norma said...

Okay, that explains what happened at lunch Monday. She was already seated in her chair with buttered corn on the cob when she looked up at me and said, "Sing grace". I was pondering what she expected when she added, "Sing blessing".

So I made up a prayer on the spot complete with a melody. She seemed pleased with that. Now I realize she just wanted me to sing "Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing."