I sing a song, rather a hymn to my kids that my grandmother used to sing to me. It's called "What a friend we have in Jesus". I remember that I used to sit between her legs and she used to stroke or brush my hair as she sang.
I remember that it brought a sense of calm over me. Now when the kids get too much, I pull them both or one of them on my lap stroke their hair and sing "What a friend we have in Jesus".
I can feel how their little bodies relax and they become quiet and listen. It pulls at my heart when my eldest son looks up into my face, smiles and says "I like that song Mommy. I like Jesus. He is my friend".
Loriane
I remember that it brought a sense of calm over me. Now when the kids get too much, I pull them both or one of them on my lap stroke their hair and sing "What a friend we have in Jesus".
I can feel how their little bodies relax and they become quiet and listen. It pulls at my heart when my eldest son looks up into my face, smiles and says "I like that song Mommy. I like Jesus. He is my friend".
Loriane