Saturday, November 18, 2006

Please don't sing

I had made split pea soup in the crock pot for dinner last night, which meant that during the time I typically prepare dinner, we had time to just hang out. I took Lindsay upstairs with me on the bed, and sang to her while I played my guitar. She looked on with amusement.

Into the chorus of the song I was singing, Lauren came in and sat on the bed. She folded her chest over her legs and collapse, rear end up, in a sobbing mass of little girl. I stopped playing and set down my guitar.

"What's the matter?" I asked, stroking her back.

"I don't want to tell you," she sobbed.

"Are you worried I will be mad?" I asked, "Because I won't be mad."

"No."

"If we talk about what's making you sad, you will probably feel better."

She heaved a heavy sigh, and looked up at me, her face damp. "This will be the day that I...die?" And with that began another eruption of tears.

"Oh honey, it's a song...it's not even a song about me...it's a song about Buddy Holly..."

"I don't like it." she said, jutting out her chin. "Don't sing it any more."

3 comments:

karen said...

Maybe change the lyrics? I used to amuse the kids (and probably annoy Chris) by singing the alphabet to every tune I knew. Ross was particularly fond of my version to the tune of "Take Me Out To The Ballgame" - two runs of the alphabet fit into that one quite neatly.

Fraukow said...

I love the alphabet to everything! My son Lucas likes to change everything to be about trains - even before dinner prayers!

Kicking N. Screaming said...

My dad used to play guitar and sing to us. "Puff the Magic Dragon" was a favorite. I was going to suggest it, but then I remembered...it's really depressing.