As I think about the children that will someday be our own, I try to picture them riding their bikes in the front yard, playing catch with Josh, coloring in the filtered afternoon light at the dining room table, or helping me measure out flour in the kitchen. We are so excited to share in those moments with our future children.
Are they thinking of us? Do they imagine themselves curled up on our front porch beside us with a rumpled quilt and stack of Berenstain Bear books? Do they picture us running to hold them when they’ve fallen or had a bad dream?
When I first heard the song, Lullaby for a Stormy Night by Vienna Teng, I couldn’t stop the tears. I hoped that our future children had loving foster parents who would comfort them during thunderstorms.
What songs do/did you sing to your children when they are frightened? What stories do you tell them when they are ill, bored, or afraid?