Lullabies

When the Little Man is in a grouchy mood and in need of a nap, it is often my job to get him to sleep. It takes persistence, but I find that singing him lullabies calms him and eventually puts him to sleep. (Granted, he may decide to go to sleep as a way of escaping the sound of my voice.)

I don’t sing him the traditional lullabies, most of which I can’t stand. Instead, I sing him a variety of Bing Crosby songs. Most frequently, I sing (in no particular order):

  • Far Away Places
  • The Wiffenpoof Song
  • Sam’s Song
  • Dear Hearts and Gentle People
  • Trade Winds
  • Where the Blue of the Night Meets the Gold of the Day
  • Gone Fishin’
  • Road to Morocco

Usually I get through four or five songs before he finally falls asleep, but as I know more than 150 of Bing’s songs by heart, there are always plenty more to choose from.

Kelly thinks this is a little odd of me, singing songs from the 30s and 40s to the Little Man instead of “Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star” but I honestly think he enjoys it and maybe when he gets older, he’ll come to appreciate these old songs as much as I do.

Or maybe he’ll grow to hate them. Who knows?

Published by Jamie Todd Rubin

Jamie Todd Rubin writes fiction and nonfiction for a variety of publications including Analog, Clarkesworld, The Daily Beast, 99U, Daily Science Fiction, Lightspeed, InterGalactic Medicine Show, and several anthologies. He was featured in Lifehacker’s How I Work series. He has been blogging since 2005. By day, he manages software projects and occasionally writes code. He lives in Falls Church, Virginia with his wife and three children. Find him on Twitter at @jamietr.

One reply on “Lullabies”

  1. Interesting what we dads consider “lullabies.”
    From my journal post when Damian was 11 months old:
    Here’s something that you won’t care too much about, but hey – you already read this far, what’s a little more? When it’s my night to give the Dude his bottle and put him to bed, I always sing to him. Here’s the current rotation of songs in my mental jukebox that I pull from on those nights:
    The Eagles – Hotel California, Desperado
    Pearl Jam – Black, I Wish
    Midnight Oil – One Country
    Rolling Stones – Loving Cup
    U2 – One Tree Hill, MLK, Running to Stand Still, Bad
    Phish – Waste, Sleep
    Tori Amos – Silent All These Years
    Pink Floyd – Brain Damage/Eclipse
    Beatles – Yellow Submarine
    Slayer – Altar of Sacrifice (just kidding)

    He always falls asleep when I sing to him. What can we conclude from that? Yes, even a baby would rather pretend to be asleep than hear me sing. Whatever – as long as he’s quiet.

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