Serving Christ and Connecting Catholics in Western North Carolina
Several years into young motherhood, I volunteered to prepare parish second graders for their first Communion.
When I was a child, I thought I was the luckiest kid in the world because I got four lullabies sung to me every night, one each from my mother, father, sister and brother. I can still hear their voices – soprano, alto, tenor and bass – singing my favorite songs. To be loved like that, so specifically and tenderly, night after night, year after year, was one of the strongest shaping influences from my childhood. But it wasn’t until I started singing lullabies to my own children that