My grandparents used to sing to me, my great-grandmother, my grandmother (before she went nuts), and Granddad. I don’t remember so much what Gramma Bea (who was oh so cool, SealKitty seriously reminds me of her, I just realized) and Gramma Margaret used to sing, but I remember two things Granddad sang: You’ll Never Know (just how much I love you) and Loch Lomand.
The Bonnie Banks of Loch Lomond–
By yon bonnie banks, and by yon bonnie braes,
Where the sun shines bright, on Loch Lomond
Where me and my true love, were ever wont to gae,
On the bonnie bonnie banks, of Loch Lomond
Chorus
Oh ye’ll tak’ the high road An’ I’ll tak’ the low road
And I’ll be in scotland afore ye
For me and my true love will never meet
Again on the bonnie bonnie banks of Loch Lomond
We’ll meet where we parted, in yon shady glen
On the steep steep side, of Ben Lomond
Where in purple hue, the hie-lands we view
And the moon looks out, frae the gloamin’
Chorus
Still fair is the scene, but ah! how changed
Are the hopes that we fondly cherished
Like a wa-t’ry gleam, like a morning dream
On Cul-lo-dens field, they ha’e per-rished
Chorus
The wild flowers spring, and the wee birds sing
And in sun-shine the waters, are sleepin’
But the broken heart, a kens nae second spring
And re-sign’d we may be, tho’ we’re greetin’
Chorus
I sing to my girls at night. They’re creatures of habit and insist on my singing them a specific song three times each. Emma’s is You Are My Sunshine and Jane’s The Itsy Bitsy Spider. Dylan stopped letting me sing to him around age 10 or 11. I used to sing
Alice Blue Gown
The Man on the Flying Trapese
I Was Born Under a Wandrin’ Star
It Had to be You
Many a New Day
Through The Heather on the Hill
Sweetheart, Sweetheart, Sweetheart (will you love me ever?)
Shenendoah
The Lord Bless You and Keep You
Abba Dabba Honeymoon
etc.
and always Let Me Call You Sweetheart, which I now remember that Gramma Bea sang.
oh, and Moonlight in Vermont, and a host of other standards.
I also used to read whatever book he picked and Goodnight Moon. It was just he and I then so I cut myself some slack about what all I don’t do with the girls.
Maybe I wasn’t loved by everyone I needed as a child, but I was loved. Gramma Bea loved me. Granddad loved me. And I made it. I really made it. 
*music by Ali Reid
