Lullabies just got super cute around here once I added Madonna to our round-up. I am the singer of lullabies in our family and from the very start I have found pop love songs perfectly express my affection for my little ones. Recently I added Madonna’s Angel, just this part:
I believe that dreams come true,
’cause you came when I wished for you.
This just can’t be coincidence.
The only way that this makes sense is that
Ooh, you’re and angel, baby.
You’re an angel.
You must be an angel, baby.
Ooh, you’re an angel.
Max’s budding language skills have prompted him to sing along, “Ooh, I’m an angel. I’m an angel.” How sweet is that? He only knows the words are sung to him, so he takes the message personally. Rather than repeating the words, “You’re an angel,” he understands the song is meant for him. “I’m an angel.” Yes, Maximilian, you are an angel.
And so is Jack. Yes, this lullaby gets even better. Jack is at that adorable 1 year old stage of babbles and babbling singing. My favorite! He joins in on this song with the word, baby. I sing it, “Bay-bay,” and he echoes me. Not to sound like Rachel Zoe, but: I die.
As I sing this song, accompanied by my two little back-up singers, a part of me remembers when I first sung it. There’s a distant image of myself in second grade wearing my black and white polka dotted mini skirt and a side ponytail, bopping around my bedroom with a hairbrush microphone just knowing that one day I would be famous.
How much better my future turned out to be!