“Mommy why don’t you sing Rockabye Baby to me at night anymore?”
“Honey, that’s actually not a song that I ever really sang to you….”
“Yes you did. Will you sing it to me one last time tonight?”
And like that I’m in tears. Over the end of a ritual that started at the same moment that it ended.
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Terri Stinson Daugherty
August 26, 2018 at 3:47 pmI love this SO much!