Blogging from A to Z, my theme is happy things.

Three happy things with C:

My daughter was home from college this weekend. Something came up about dealing with feeling tired or stressed. “I get cuddles when I feel that way, ” she says. I looked at her. “I’m not sure my office manager would go for that,” I say. “Oh,” says my daughter, “True. That might be sexual harassment.” “It would be a bit weird on a job description, wouldn’t it?” “Yes.”

At any rate, cuddles, appropriate cuddles, are certainly a happy thing for both me and my daughter. She is in college and has a great group of housemates and friends.

Second happy C word: cry.

How can crying be happy? The capacity to cry, I am grateful for that. I am grateful that I can feel love, feel vulnerable, feel loss, feel. How can we love without mourning and how can we mourn without crying? And tears release our grief. The worst grief for me is when I need to cry and feel locked, that I can’t cry, that it hurts so much the tears won’t come. I cry over patients, even expected deaths at 104. And I am glad that I am able to cry.

Third C word: croon.

I am not thinking of the “crooners”. I am thinking about lullabies and the poem Moon Song, by Mildred Plew Meigs:

Zoon, zoon, cuddle and croon–
Over the crinkling sea,
The moon man flings him a silvered net
Fashioned of moonbeams three.

The rest is here:

I am thinking of mothers and fathers crooning to babies as they slide into sleep….

The photograph is at 9000 feet up on Mauna Kea last week, the moon as night is falling.




6 thoughts on “Croon

  1. Colette B says:

    I’ve made a note to look up the Moon Song and lyricist but running out of time this morning. I imagine most doctors cry and sometimes with happiness but probably more for the intense sadnesses and helplessnesses for their patients outcomes at times. Nice to see your vacation pics and glad you had a nice time and garnered so much inspiration.

  2. HesterLeyNel says:

    I am lucky to act as office manager for my daughter (we both work from home). I think I can adjust my job description 😄 You cry for your patients? I love you for that. And now you have me crying. Very few doctors understand how important their emotional support is, especially for older people.

  3. shoreacres says:

    That’s a beautiful photo. As for the song, I see you’ve used it before — your 2015 post popped up in a Google search. I’ve never read it, or head of Meigs, but the rhythm of two lines — “Zoon, zoon, cuddle and croon, Over the crinkling sea” — took me right back to Alfred, Lord Tennyson and his poem titled “Sweet and Low.” Two of the lines in it are “Lo, lo, breathe and blow, Wind of the Western Sea.”

    Meigs may have been inspired by Tennyson, but what’s important to me is that “Sweet and Low” was the lullaby my mother sang to me. Here’s Bette Midler’s version.

    • drkottaway says:

      I would sing Brahm’s lullaby to my kids at bedtime “Lullaby and goodnight, for now you’re so sleepy, mama loves you, daddy loves you, and you’re safe and warm at home.” My sister commented that the words were sappy and I said, “Thanks, I made that version up.” I would end with “and angels above watch over you.”

    • drkottaway says:

      I haven’t heard that tune before… lovely.

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