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At the time, I thought it was nice arrangement of the song, so that is why I picked it. When I “grew up,” I studied the words a little bit better and they meant a little more to me than just pretty notes.

Shortly afterward, 9-11 happened. I was actually in the middle of a huge e-battle with The Sis. It immediately ceased and I sent The Prayer to her. We haven’t spoken about that argument since then. Honestly, I can’t even remember what it was about. I don’t think we’ve even had an argument since then (which is really odd). She is one of my best friends.

Then when I was pregnant with The Elder, I recorded the accompaniment on our piano so that I could sing it to him in utero (I can’t walk and chew gum sing and play at the same time). His first few days on Earth was spent under a bili-light and it broke my heart to not be able to hold him and comfort him as he cried in fear. All I could do was sing. So I sang The Prayer and he immediately stopped crying and looked my way in those pitiful little eye goggles (the kind you had to strap on. The Younger had the tape on kind that isn’t nearly as easy to rip off). I couldn’t even get through the first few lines because of his reaction. I sang that to him every night in the rocker before I laid him down to sleep. I must have stopped some time around the time I found out I was preggo with The Younger, so he was right around 1yr old. Today, The Elder calls that his “special song.” I never told him it was special. I sang it for the first time in a loooong time last Christmas to him and that is what he named it. My favorite is when he requests it.

“Mommy, gotta sing me my special song, please”

I’m looking forward to seeing how The Prayer threads through not only my life but perhaps The Elder’s too. Based on his accomplishments in the last few days, I can see him being a peacemaker. Isn’t that ironic?

But at the other end of the spectrum, those seemingly insignificant things that I totally brushed off have the same sort of powerful impact, but not in a favorable way. You know, kinda like not being consistent with your children? Boy that one always blows up in my face…

BTW, The Younger’s special song is the Alphabet Song. That was the only thing that I could sing to him to keep him happy. I realized later that when I was pregnant with him, The Elder was at that age when I was trying to get him to sing his ABC’s (because all his friends were doing it. It’ll make you feel good). So I guess he picked up on that. Fortunately for me, it is the same tune as Baa Baa Black Sheep and Twinkle Twinkle. I could switch it up a bit.