Sigh. I have had a small harp for years. The only songs almost recognizable are Row Your Boat and Jingle Bells. Hearing them makes my daughters giggle.
You have no idea what it is like. After the birth of my first child, I heroically sang her lullabies because I knew that is what good mothers did. As the little thing grew, I could hardly wait for her first words, as she always looked like she was trying hard to say something. She was. Her first words? Not ma-ma or da-da. They were, “Don’t sing.” When I told my husband, his response: “I’m surprised she knew that’s what you were doing.”