As a young mother, I made up a song that I sang to my children as we rocked each night before bed. It was a simple little ditty, but one they seemed very much to enjoy. This morning, I was singing that very same ditty to my littlest grandson as he sat on my knee. All I have to do is change one word–to their name–and the song is universal.
What is really cool is how much my kids and my grandkids seem to enjoy this simple song. And what is extremely rewarding is hearing my little grandson whisper (as has every other child who sat on my lap), “Sing it again.” It may not be in perfect pitch, and it may seem silly to others; but it is my song of love, and every child needs to hear their name mentioned right behind the word “love.”