Ok, so yesterday I posted about
how I may never become a Grandmother.
how I may never become a Grandmother.
I didn't tell you the whole story.
The story about my lunch with Daniel was true
but I didn't explain why my daughter
does not want to be a mother.
does not want to be a mother.
It's not that she doesn't like children.
She does.
The fact is, she decided years ago
that she would never do to a child what I did to her.
We have a family tradition here.
There is a lullaby that is sung to the babies in this family.
I sang it to my children.
My grandmother used to sing it to me.
Her grandmother sang it to her.
We lovingly refer to it as "The Dead Baby Song."
And it's meant to be soothing.
And it always puts the babies right to sleep.
I have no idea the origin of this song.
Or why someone thought it would be
a good idea to sing this to a child.
a good idea to sing this to a child.
But tradition is tradition.
And so we sing.
I was going to just write the words down for you
but then I decided that I would try to sing it for you on my webcam.
Because I don't have a fancy video recorder.
Here is the debut of the first ever video blog post
where I wow you all with my amazing video skills
and you can see how natural I am in front of the camera.
Son of a Biscuit Eater!
Did you see that??!!
I just choked on my own spit
and almost died.
Thank you to all of you who stopped immediately to pray for me.
Those of you who laughed should
pray now because you're
probably going to hell.
Let's try that again, shall we?
Do I deserve to be a grandmother
or not?
Am I being cruel and unusual?
Holly
xxx-ooo
