Lullaby for a stormy night
composed and sung by Vienna Teng
I found this song in my good friend’s blog, and I can’t help but blog about it as well. Its music is so relaxing, refreshing. And by the end of the song, I am teary eyed. (ok, I cry over Johnson&Johnson commercials so that’s how sentimental I am)
little child, be not afraid
though rain pounds harshly against the glass
like an unwanted stranger, there is no danger
I am here tonight
little child, be not afraid
though thunder explodes and lightning flash
illuminates your tear-stained face
I am here tonight
and someday you’ll know
that nature is so
the same rain that draws you near me
falls on rivers and land
on forests and sand
makes the beautiful world that you’ll see
in the morning
little child, be not afraid
though storm clouds mask your beloved moon
and its candlelight beams, still keep pleasant dreams
I am here tonight
little child, be not afraid
though wind makes creatures of our trees
and their branches to hands, they’re not real, understand
and I am here tonight
for you know, once even I was a
little child, and I was afraid
but a gentle someone always came
to dry all my tears, trade sweet sleep for fears
and to give a kiss goodnight
well now I am grown
and these years have shown
that rain’s a part of how life goes
but it’s dark and it’s late
so I’ll hold you and wait
’til your frightened eyes do close
and I hope that you’ll know…
everything’s fine in the morning
the rain’ll be gone in the morning
but I’ll still be here in the morning
When I listen to this song, I picture Lex and how he snuggles close to me at night. There are times that he stands up in the middle of the night and feels his way in the dark, and he would rest his head on my stomach or my chest. It becomes uncomfortable for me, but I can only imagine how comforting it is for him to be close to his mommy.
When I listen to this song, I also remember how it was for me. I am the youngest child in the family, and by the time I was about to go to highschool, my brothers are in college, living far in the city. I would sleep alone in my room and I wake up in the middle of the night and knock on my parents’ room, where I would end up sleeping, in between my mom and dad. 
Yes, this went on until I was 15. My parents split up when I was 16 and I shared the bed with my mom when my dad left the house. I was a teenager, and I should already be a “big girl”, but you know, sleeping beside my parents has always been comforting to me.
So, listening to this song brings tears to my eyes for a lot of reasons – the past, the present, and maybe the future, when I will be blessed with another child (who knows?), or if it is my son’s turn to be a parent.
In the meantime, I will cherish the moments that my son sleeps close and find that with mommy, everything will be alright.