Goodnight Song

My baby and I have the habit of putting everything in a song. We sing together every small bits and pieces of words we can put together. Now when she claps, it makes sound and she gets so excited and happy about it. She claps her hands and looks at me, her eyes twinkling. We sing, 'Clap your hands, clap you hands, listen to the music and clap your hands.' The first time she learned clapping was when I sang the song, 'If you are happy and you know, clap your hands.' Whenever I sang this song, she put her hands together. That was more than one month back and that time, it did not produce any clapping sound. I realize that there can be nothing more joyful than to see your baby grow up in front of you, intricately sharing the moments of her growth. It is so fulfilling. It even feels like your purpose in the world has been accomplished. 

Last night, when we were going to bed, we sang a goodnight song, which I am putting here. It was actually built impromptu -- the words woven without giving much thought. My usual lullaby apart from, 'Hush little baby' is 'Bachi bachi, zamin dazu, bachi bachi,' which means,'Sleep, sleep, little girl, sleep.' Sometime, singing the song spontaneously bonds us so close that we both laugh and then, we jump in joy -- literally. Singing last night's goodnight song was one such moment. She did not sleep for a long time. We clapped our hands for some more time, we sang the goodnight song a few more times, and then we finally bid goodnight to the world, thanking the almighty (we refer to it as Lord here, just because, this word fits better in our song). 

We're gonna sleep now
And say goodnight
But before we say goodnight
We're gonna thank the Lord
For giving this beautiful day.

We're gonna sleep now
And dream wonderful dreams
But before we start dreaming
We're gonna thank the Lord
For making today a beautiful reality

We're gonna sleep now
And say goodnight
Goodnight, goodnight
Goodnight beautiful world
Slumber softly in the sweetest dreams

We felt we needed to thank whoever has the hold on the thread of our life because we have both been suffering from flu for sometime now. I have been having some breathing problem yesterday and for the whole day, I kept thinking of death. Then the storm in Melbourne left us feeling so small in the big unpredictable schemes of the world. As we started to resign to bed, relief filled us and felt happy that despite the unpredictable nature of life, we lived to see one more day without much problem we would categorize as suffering. 

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