I fell asleep! It is likely to understand how much relief in this phrase is given only to mothers who know firsthand how difficult it is at times to calm the raging child. At the same time, each has its own secrets and techniques for fast laying.
We, for example, read prayers. Once the grandmother whispered to him our Father before bedtime. Now my son often asks to whisper to him. At this moment he calms down, trying to catch the words, and quickly falls asleep.
I recently read that our whispering has a logical explanation. It turns out, hissing sounds psychologically adjust to sleep. Suffice it to recall the habitual sh-sh-sh, which we use to urge the child to silence and tranquility.
However, our way of laying is rather specific. But lullabies are widespread. The origins of this phenomenon go into deep antiquity. And let it be difficult for us to imagine how such songs were sung in the old days, but in their modern incarnation they are certainly familiar to every loving mother.
Lullaby in favor
In fact, singing lullabies is a useful component for a healthy sleep. Psychologists claim that these tunes have a calming effect. They are especially useful for hyperactive babies who cannot self-encourage themselves to calm.
In addition, the value of lullabies is not limited to the hypnotic effect. Daily repetitions of the same words and expressions contribute to the development of linguistic culture and familiarity with the outside world. Those images that are created in such tunes, as a rule, firmly sink into the soul of a baby. Subsequently, he begins to independently try to hum them, thereby developing his own speech apparatus.
And then, what, if not lullaby, is able to reflect all the tenderness, affection, love and care of my mother?
And sometimes to the detriment …
But it turns out that some mothers put such a useful phenomenon from any point of view into a series of bad habits, akin to sucking nipples or fingers. It would be somehow difficult for me to believe in it if I had not encountered such a situation.
One of my friends, the son went to the third grade. It would seem, already quite an adult boy. And he is really an adult. Reasonably reasoning, good at learning. And only to fall asleep, like a one-year-old baby, can not without a lullaby.
It should be noted that the singing of sleeping pills his mother always took more than seriously. I myself remember how she asked me to look at the texts of some new lullabies on the Internet. I gladly carried out her request, because then I studied in a pedagogical university, and I was very interested in everything related to children, their upbringing, education.
In general, my mother practiced singing, the baby grew and enjoyed listening to and accepting her musical experiments. Then she bought a special book, where the texts of lullaby songs were picked up, and she began to please her son with daily hits.
When the boy turned five years old, she was still practicing. Now they sang together. The son, I must say, perfectly assimilated the texts. And I, I confess, found in such a hobby a friend and her son only positive moments.
First, they have a common hobby. It is commendable. And secondly, memorizing poetry or the same songs trains memory. So, the child is good.
But once it so happened that my mother had to urgently leave. The child stayed with his dad, far from musical accomplishments. Dad and son pretty exhausted during his mother’s absence. The son with tears in his eyes requested a lullaby. Dad was nervous, convinced, persuaded. In the end, the child fell asleep only late at night in a state of depression.
Mom returned, and the situation seemed to her more than strange. She herself tried to refuse the child to a lullaby, but came across a completely unexpected reaction from an already grown up boy. At that moment he already went to the first class.
Going to make concessions, in the morning she tried to explain to her son that he was already big, which means that she could fall asleep without a lullaby. Let not every day, every other day at least. He agreed. But in the evening the situation repeated. Having suffered for about a month, mom spat on her ordeals and decided that the child himself would someday abandon the musical accompaniment of her sleep.
So the boy is already in the third grade. But to refuse to listen to your favorite songs in no hurry. Has a lullaby become a bad habit? And should we fight it? Or, really, let everything take its course? Perhaps the problem will resolve. He will not demand a lullaby from his mother before the army. Or will.