He was a little uneasy tonight. Not scared really, because he is a big boy. But his new bedroom IS on the other side of the house. His mother prayed with him and then called me on the phone. “What’s this about fourteen angels?” she wanted to know. I knew immediately that she was talking about the song I learned as a girl in church choir. I sang it to my grandson a few times when he came to spend the night and it pleased me that he remembered. It surprised me that my daughter did not.
“Evening Prayer, from the opera Hansel and Gretel. Don’t you remember?” I chirped. Then I got to thinking. Maybe I didn’t sing it to her when she was little. The notes go pretty high and my girl was not one to grin and bear her mother’s vocal assaults on her little ears. My grandson is more tolerant or else tone-deaf and I’m a bit braver in my old age caring less about a missed note or two (or three).
I quickly rattled off the jobs of the various pairs of angels so that she could read them to her son. Hopefully she appreciated the fact that I didn’t sing and he drifted safely off to sleep with the heavenly host watching over them both.
Evening Prayer from Hansel and Gretel – (click to listen)