Magazine article National Catholic Reporter

Starting Point

Magazine article National Catholic Reporter

Starting Point

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I sing to my granddaughter Sakura. For diaper changing, I launch into the Gelineau Psalms because there is one for every occasion. Psalm 139 is good for the easy wet ones: "It was you who created my being, knit me together in my mother's womb." For the really poopy ones, there's Psalm 8: "What are we that you should keep us in mind; we are mortal, yet you care for us."

I sang to my sons until I was replaced by Mr. Sony Walkman. When my granddaughter's daddy was 5 he made it clear that some songs were not bedtime material: cradles falling, ladybug houses burning, Puff dying. I couldn't blame him--a veritable Brothers Grimm musical.

This same son also had ideas of appropriate songs around the house. If I sang a hymn that had gotten stuck in my head, he'd shout, "This isn't a church, you know!"

Once I tried to reason with him: "You know, Philip, there are people who pay Mommy to sing these songs."

"Well, no one is paying you now! …

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