When my sister and I were in elementary school, my mom and dad would take turns putting us to sleep at night. While dad told stories he made up on the spot, sometimes even falling asleep while telling them, mom liked to sing to us in the dark. Dad's stories were typically about magical animals or people going on an adventure, they included happy endings. Mom gave us songs with stories about life, death, workers' strikes, and social injustices. She carried with her a difficult past having experienced poverty, mental illness in the family, and political violence in her country. All traumas which she did not want to pass on to us. Instead, she gave us her songs, and her stories, which is how she gave us her strength.
A Lullaby to Remember
A Lullaby to Remember
A Lullaby to Remember
When my sister and I were in elementary school, my mom and dad would take turns putting us to sleep at night. While dad told stories he made up on the spot, sometimes even falling asleep while telling them, mom liked to sing to us in the dark. Dad's stories were typically about magical animals or people going on an adventure, they included happy endings. Mom gave us songs with stories about life, death, workers' strikes, and social injustices. She carried with her a difficult past having experienced poverty, mental illness in the family, and political violence in her country. All traumas which she did not want to pass on to us. Instead, she gave us her songs, and her stories, which is how she gave us her strength.