More Than Words

My parents are in town for a couple of days, and it’s wonderful to hang out with them and to see them with Eleanor. Tonight, my mother was singing a simple song to her granddaughter:

A song that, as my mother says “has no merit”, but which reportedly has worked pretty well on all three of her children.

Indeed. While she was singing it, I felt something deep inside me shift, then melt. My knees went weak and a wave of euphoria swept over me. When I blinked back to life, there were tears in my eyes. That simple song voiced in those familiar tones had an almost narcotic effect on me.

(Maybe I should stop singing ‘Sweet Child O’ Mine’ to my little girl.)