I've noticed something about the child I've been babysitting, something I never noticed with my own babies, or any of my grandbabies... although now that I think back, maybe I do recall something about the oldest grandchild.
I started reading "Say Moo" to the Little Princess before she was three months old. It was one of several books her mom brought over.
I later picked another book from her collection, just because I wanted to expand her world: It took awhile, but she warmed up to that one, too.
She has a couple of favorite songs, too. And they are the first ones I sang to her: "Amazing Grace" and "Shortnin' Bread". The latter, however, is her top favorite. I used to lay her on my lap and clap her hands together as I sang it, bouncing her on my knees.
Is there perhaps something about first songs, and first books, that comforts a child? Maybe so, because I still remember how I loved my Little Golden Book of Mother Goose rhymes.
And I remember how my oldest grandson loved Amazing Grace. His mother got frustrated when he was small because he would beg her to sing it: she is no singer and she didn't know the words anyway, so Arick wasn't a happy camper.
Maybe even children like to reminisce about the "good old days".