When Ellie was about six months old I started making her pink Blankey dance to the tune of Old Christmas tree, I called the song old Blankey bear. This became a song that I would sing to Ellie every night before she went to sleep.
At some point it faded with time and with the hurried ness of having to put other kids to bed.
For many years now I make sure Ellie does her prayers and we have a chat, but we usually don’t do a song. About six months ago one night she asked me to sing or Blankey bear to her. So of course I did. I thought at that moment, this could be the last time she ever asked me to sing this song. But tonight, once again she requested old Blankey bear. So of course, I sang it.
This is one of those things that remind me of the poem that tells us never underestimate the value of the little things we do for kids as they grow, and that one day he said my day will outgrow them and never again asked to hold her hand, or have a song before bed, or be rocked to sleep. I am grateful when the little things remain and I can see if the kids still enjoy those rituals we had when they were younger.
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