Shuttling around in our mini van this morning, desperately
trying to avoid yet another round of kiddie CD music, I surfed the lite
stations…
“It's
a quarter after one, I'm all alone and I need you now…”
Second
oldest: “Mom, is that like baby’s song to you?” (Man, that girl listens intently when she wants to!)
Absolutely
kiddo. That sounds like the best
application of the song, I mean really.
“I just need you…. WAAAAAA!”
The
following is the likely exchange that would occur if an adult attempted such a
conversation with me:
“Huhello? What?
Yeah, you betcha it’s a quarter after one, so this better be good. You’re a little drunk? Uh okayyy… that’s promising… You need me
now? Dude, I need sleep now. You need sleep now, and then Motrin and
confession in the morning. Get
real. Buddy, you said you wouldn’t
call… You lost all control and dialed my number? Ya know, it takes a certain amount of control to dial a
number. I mean, I can see losing all
control and eating tons of ice cream, I
can see losing all control and… dialing a number? No. No, don’t try to dodge responsibility on this bizarre
behavior. You don’t know how you can do
without… what? The senses you have
taken leave of? ME? Man, you shoulda thought about that before
you scattered my picture perfect memories ALL OVER THE FLOOR!!! Yeah, stop watching the door; I ain’t doing
the sweeping, no. Yeah. Yeah, you’re crossing my mind right now, and
it’s not pleasant. Good night. I am SO getting caller ID… (click.)”
But a
baby crying in a crib… now the song makes sense. J
I
would like to follow this reflection on Antebellum with Scripture’s first
reference to milk—yes, apropos of nothing but addressing baby’s needs at night,
thank you. It’s found in Genesis 18:8:
“He
[Abraham] took also butter and milk, and the calf which he had boiled, and set
before them: but he stood by them under the tree.” Interestingly (to me) this first reference (I think) of milk in
the Bible involves the meal Abraham served to the angelic visitors who foretold
the birth of Isaac, even though Sarah was old and laughed at the idea.
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