Crumbs From the Corner: Adventures in Woolgathering

Saturday, April 19, 2008

Once is Enough

"The family - that dear octopus from whose tentacles we never quite escape, nor, in our inmost hearts, ever quite wish to."
-Dodie Smith

I sang to my mother over the telephone the other night just as she was climbing into bed. She has had to take some time off work and the lack of a routine has made her more tense.
Apparently, without meaning to, or expecting to, I soothed her so much that she had a lovely night's sleep following the impromptu recital. I have nothing that resembles a singing voice of any sort, so I was surprised by her revelation.
I was given credit for singing a lullaby but I hardly recall what I sang. Still, Mater insisted that it was calming.
Last evening she brought the subject up again and sang my praises, so to speak.
"Well," I volunteered, "would you like me to sing again tonight?"
The reply came immediately:
"No. Just once was good."
For a brief time I thought I was my mother's cure for insomnia. I was suddenly left uncertain of the role of my voice in my mother's nocturnal world.
Some things, perhaps, are better left unsung.


julochka said...

perhaps your mother knows that you can never really duplicate an experience and wants to preserve it in its pristine condition in memory. :-)

hope you're having a lovely weekend!

Phyllis Hunt McGowan said...

Julie, sometimes I can't quite get the meaning of a story like that, and then you offer it to me :) I knew there was a message in there somewhere. And I knew you'd find it ;)
Thank you. I am having a beautiful weekend of sun and breeze and walking and it feels so good. I hope yours is good too.

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