I actually don’t think I do have a death obsession. But I noticed a couple of years ago that almost all the songs I like to sing to the kids are about death. I hadn’t thought about it in quite some time because the 3yo is your dream child at bedtime. We put him in bed, kiss him goodnight and he freakin’ goes to sleep.
This is still bizarre to me, based on my experience with the 9yo until, well, check back with me in a couple of months, OK? Let’s just say that when she was the age of the 3yo, I had to lie down with her and rub her back for 45 min every night.
Tonight, the 3yo wasn’t feeling well. He’s had a little cough for a couple days and didn’t really feel like eating dinner. Just kinda puny all around. So I rocked him tonight and sang to him.
A couple of old favorites popped up in the rotation — Swing Low Sweet Chariot and I’ll Fly Away. I also love to sing I’ve Never Been This Homesick Before. The Far Side Banks of Jordan. There’s more. Most good gospel songs are about death, really.
My repertoire is a lot more religious than I am, but hey, I go where the good songs are.
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