Wednesday, June 12, 2013

You will grow up

Oh my little girl, oh oh little girl
Oh little girl, my little darling
You’re gonna go to school when you grow up

You’re gonna carry a cute little bag
You’re gonna dress like a little princess
Oh you’re gonna look beautiful

Oh my little girl
Don’t you hurry to grow up now
You’ll grow up and you can’t stop

You will go to school for sure
And that will be before long
Now my little girl, you will grow up for sure

Yes, you’re gonna dress like a princess
Cuz you’re my little princess
And you’ll go to school feeling great.


Note* This is a song I had to sing extempore to my daughter as a lullaby because she was so sleepy yet she couldn’t fall asleep. She ran around excitedly (the way children do when they are sleepy) and I was scared that she will not be able to sleep until she got hurt and cried. So, I had to come up with an idea to calm her down. We turned off the light, and opened the curtain. Then we looked outside from the window, watching the people walking up and down, cars passing by, and little children walking around with bags on their back. It is the view of two little children, an elder one a boy, and a younger one a girl, seemingly a sibling carrying a bag each on their back, walking outside without the company of an adult that inspired us to sing this song. She often watches children going to school from the veranda, sitting with her grandma, exclaiming that they are going to ‘schooli’. It kind of fascinates her and she seems to think school is a great place. It is – but I don’t want her to go there yet. I want her to have a proper childhood that has no schedules and pressure. I think it is at home that children have more freedom to explore. So I urge her in the song that she will grow up and go to school one day – which will be soon.

 It gives you a glimpse of how I and my daughter spend our time together. 

2 comments:

Yeesi7 said...

That's a really sweet and melodious lullaby.

Kuenza said...

Thanks Yeesi. Now my little girl sings, 'oh oh little girl, oh oh little girl' to her doll.

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