So I hear that singing to your baby is a good thing. And since I desire all things good for Kitty, I decided to give singing a go. I have been doing so all of last week and I’m still carrying on. I sing to Kitty as I change his diaper, when I’m rocking him to sleep, or when we’re just bored and staring at each other. While I am now cool with singing to him, I must admit that I began on a challenging note.
The first time I sang to him, I immediately stopped. Was that sound really coming from my mouth? I then quickly recomposed myself and decided to give it another go. So I cleared my throat and began singing again. Yenyewe roho safi I cannot sing. Wooooooiiiii! Even a simple nursery rhyme that does not require any intonation or diction (I have never known what diction is, I only know that judge Ian Mbugua loves mentioning it).
So I cleared my throat once again for loooooooong, and began singing again. No difference. If anything, I think I sounded worse than before because I was now nervous. Why I was nervous yet my audience was a 7 week old baby you tell me. But on second thought, I asked myself why it should matter how well or how horribly I sing. Why? Because my audience didn’t seem to mind. He doesn’t know what vibrato is (judge Ian’s words again) or harmony or all those nice things musical.
So I decided to continue singing anyway, and the one thing I love most about singing to Kitty is that he does not laugh at me and neither does he judge me. That’s the preserve of grown up people. Adults will always lie to you so as not to hurt your feelings but babies – babies are very honest. I know Kitty loves my singing because his face breaks into a toothless smile as he throws punches and kicks his legs in the air each time he listens to my melodious voice. I tell you the look he gives me as our eyes interlock and smile at each other is priceless. That really makes my heart flutter. Without a doubt my singing voice is the most melodious sound he has heard all his life. Makes me happy because it boosts my low singing esteem.
That aside, one week later, I have realized that singing badly is not my major problem. My major problem is that I only know two nursery rhymes that I sing to him over and over and over and over again. The two are:
1. Father Abraham had many sons, many sons of father Abraham, I am one of them and so are you so let us praise the Lord – hands up….
2. Old McDonald had a farm, eee aye eee aye oohhh and on his farm he had some pigs, eee aye eee aye oohhh……
Those are the only two rhymes that I seem to remember from my childhood days. I think I have a mental block where rhymes are concerned, because I have been scratching my head all week long trying to remember but only father Abraham and old McDonald come to mind. And you must admit making pig sounds and other animal sounds to a small baby are not exactly courteous. I keep saying I’ll ask my pals to remind me of some but I keep forgetting to. The only other rhyme that I have heard him been sung to is “Baa baa black sheep have you any wool….” sung to him by his father. Now, his father’s voice is something else. It’s no better than mine.
So Kitty is only sung to three nursery rhymes. Imagine singing these three rhymes while trying to rock him to sleep. I don’t think it’s fair to him. He needs to be sung for more soothing rhymes. Besides, they are monotonous. He needs to hear something new.
So therein lies my problem. If you can remind me of some nursery rhymes or lullabies that I can sing to him I’ll be very grateful. Cheers and thanks.