I've wanted to add more to my blog about adrenal fatigue that would be helpful for others who might recognize this is a situation for them as well. Also I had hopes it would relieve some of my own stress to express some of the things I'm experiencing. Ironically, the self imposed deadline to accomplish this caused anxiety, headaches, loss of energy, and the feeling to push it away instead. Wow, a vicious cycle.
The first is for my second eldest daughter, married to a good man, and has a daughter, just like her. since my daughter was named Aubrey, and it WAS because I fell in love with Aubrey Was Her Name years ago when I was a teen, it only seemed right the lyrics should go with THAT tune. Here it is:
I took a break and tried to do some unpressured writing; something to just let "creative juices flow," as they say. My husband had just asked me to listen to a country music song he liked. It inspired me to write some lyrics for three of our children. We have seven children, two already had songs, ballads; my husband wrote the lyrics and music for one, my mother the lyrics for the other. After hearing the country song, I really liked the story it told, and, I decided to attempt to do that in some lyrics for my children. I just thought I'd share what I came up with.
The first is for my second eldest daughter, married to a good man, and has a daughter, just like her. since my daughter was named Aubrey, and it WAS because I fell in love with Aubrey Was Her Name years ago when I was a teen, it only seemed right the lyrics should go with THAT tune. Here it is:
Aubrey Is Her Name
1-
And Aubrey is her name,
From
birth our lives have never been the same.
So
blessed she came.
Auburn
hair and porcelain skin,
The
bluest eyes that you have ever seen.
Life
was never ordinary for this girl of mine,
Like
a stick of dynamite with lips of cherry wine.
2-
And Aubrey is her name,
Sped
through and thought she had to try everything
And
still be free
Oh
she has a heart of gold,
Always
stops to help the young or old
Confidence
to move ahead, because she always knew
Life
was hers to live, and do exactly as she’d choose.
How
I miss that girl.
And
I wish she’d stayed around to spend a few more years
Chasing
more dreams and be near.
3-
And Aubrey is her name
Now
there’s a daughter who will carry on the same
I
love her name.
Keylie
Anne, looks just like mom
She’s
also started living on the run
I
can watch her grow so like its all been done before,
So
I’ll keep my memories and look ahead to more.
How
proud I am of my girl
And
I hope she always knows how much she means to me
And
what a great mother is she!
-Lyrics by Sonja Schaefermeyer
The next two sets of lyrics are for what were my two youngest children, up until yesterday. My husband and I adopted our two grandsons this past week. That is another story I'll tell later; soon, I hope.
Anyway, I wrote these to be set in a country music format. I don't have that kind of musical talent or the ability to track someone down for it, presently. I'd love some suggestions1 I can almost hear these being sung NOW.
If Those Brown Eyes Could Speak
Can I wear eye shadow? My new teen asks,
Her question catches me off guard.
The playoffs are on, my team’s playin’ tonight,
Down by two, but still in charge.
Have to win this one now,
Got a bet with the guys.
I glance up for a sec,
There’s those big brown eyes.
Chorus-
It happens every time,
How does she do it?
This precious girl of mine,
In her own special way,
Doesn’t need to say a word,
If I look into those ..BIG… BROWN…EYES
Her heart tells me what wasn’t heard
It was six long years
Since our last child was born
More couldn’t come through us.
But the phone rang one morn,
I could have guessed what was said
While my wife screamed, smiled, and danced all around
“There’s a baby waiting for us to go get her”
Like a whirlwind we headed out of town.
I got to wondering as I drove,
And I spoke what I thought,
(Heck, I should know better)
“Babe, what if this little tot
Is meant for someone else?
How will we know if she’s the one?”
She smiled back, and squeezed my arm.
“I’m sure somehow we’ll feel it, Hun.”
Chorus-
It happens every time,
How does she do it?
This precious girl of mine,
In her own special way,
Doesn’t need to say a word,
When I look into those ..BIG… BROWN…EYES
Her heart tells me what wasn’t heard
That wait in the office seemed endless
Finally someone brought her in.
We both reached to pull down the blanket
Her brown eyes caught mine…….no question.
She shakes me gently now,
“Dad, are you listening to me?”
I wrap my arms around her,
“Uh-huh….I understand more than you think.
Can I wear eye shadow? My new teen asks,
Her question catches me off guard.
The playoffs are on, my team’s playin’ tonight,
Down by two, but still in charge.
Have to win this one now,
Got a bet with the guys.
I glance up for a sec,
There’s those big brown eyes.
Chorus-
It happens every time,
How does she do it?
This precious girl of mine,
In her own special way,
Doesn’t need to say a word,
If I look into those ..BIG… BROWN…EYES
Her heart tells me what wasn’t heard
It was six long years
Since our last child was born
More couldn’t come through us.
But the phone rang one morn,
I could have guessed what was said
While my wife screamed, smiled, and danced all around
“There’s a baby waiting for us to go get her”
Like a whirlwind we headed out of town.
I got to wondering as I drove,
And I spoke what I thought,
(Heck, I should know better)
“Babe, what if this little tot
Is meant for someone else?
How will we know if she’s the one?”
She smiled back, and squeezed my arm.
“I’m sure somehow we’ll feel it, Hun.”
Chorus-
It happens every time,
How does she do it?
This precious girl of mine,
In her own special way,
Doesn’t need to say a word,
When I look into those ..BIG… BROWN…EYES
Her heart tells me what wasn’t heard
That wait in the office seemed endless
Finally someone brought her in.
We both reached to pull down the blanket
Her brown eyes caught mine…….no question.
She shakes me gently now,
“Dad, are you listening to me?”
I wrap my arms around her,
“Uh-huh….I understand more than you think.
-Lyrics by Sonja Schaefermeyer
**God Knew You Were the Son for Me**
I saw him lying there, so tiny and still.
Born three months too soon, they said he wouldn’t live.
His head fit in the palm of my hand,
The tubes and bassinet provided what I couldn’t give.
I stood there helpless, hoping against hope,
And must have said a dozen prayers.
Please God, save this little boy.
Guide the doctors and nurses in his care.
I want to raise him as my own, Lord.
Let him live so I can be his dad,
My sweetheart says she’d be so thrilled
She told me of this dream she had
I couldn’t imagine it at the time,
The baby boy she described.
She knew he’d come with some challenges.
My disappointment was then hard to hide.
Chorus-
My life seemed plenty full already,
A mortgage, four kids, two cats, and a dog.
I figured my world was complete,
Well, I am lacking my Harley Davidson Hog.
Your momma told me you were comin’.
But still, it was bit of a surprise,
How this boy born from another woman,
Was intended to be my own.
Just one look and my heart knew what should be.
I can’t imagine my life without you,
God knew you were the son for me.
How proud I was to see your huge grin
The day you took your first steps and walked
Mom and I quietly held our concern
It was almost three years before you talked
Years later, now you’re almost eleven
You talk of dreams you have and things you’ll do someday
I listen to you and I’m so amazed
Such a smart young lad, beat the odds anyway
Dad, come play football,
I hear my boy calling out.
I lay the checkbook down, the bills can wait.
Thank you, Lord, this day is what it’s about.
Chorus-
I thought my life seemed plenty full already,
A mortgage, four kids, two cats, and a dog.
My world has changed and feels more complete,
Well, I am still lacking my Harley Davidson Hog.
Your momma told me you were comin’.
But it’s no longer a surprise,
How this boy born from another woman,
Was destined to be my own.
Just one look and my heart knew what should be.
I can’t imagine my life without you,
God knew you were the son for me…
Oh, yes, son, I’m so glad…you were sent to me.
I saw him lying there, so tiny and still.
Born three months too soon, they said he wouldn’t live.
His head fit in the palm of my hand,
The tubes and bassinet provided what I couldn’t give.
I stood there helpless, hoping against hope,
And must have said a dozen prayers.
Please God, save this little boy.
Guide the doctors and nurses in his care.
I want to raise him as my own, Lord.
Let him live so I can be his dad,
My sweetheart says she’d be so thrilled
She told me of this dream she had
I couldn’t imagine it at the time,
The baby boy she described.
She knew he’d come with some challenges.
My disappointment was then hard to hide.
Chorus-
My life seemed plenty full already,
A mortgage, four kids, two cats, and a dog.
I figured my world was complete,
Well, I am lacking my Harley Davidson Hog.
Your momma told me you were comin’.
But still, it was bit of a surprise,
How this boy born from another woman,
Was intended to be my own.
Just one look and my heart knew what should be.
I can’t imagine my life without you,
God knew you were the son for me.
How proud I was to see your huge grin
The day you took your first steps and walked
Mom and I quietly held our concern
It was almost three years before you talked
Years later, now you’re almost eleven
You talk of dreams you have and things you’ll do someday
I listen to you and I’m so amazed
Such a smart young lad, beat the odds anyway
Dad, come play football,
I hear my boy calling out.
I lay the checkbook down, the bills can wait.
Thank you, Lord, this day is what it’s about.
Chorus-
I thought my life seemed plenty full already,
A mortgage, four kids, two cats, and a dog.
My world has changed and feels more complete,
Well, I am still lacking my Harley Davidson Hog.
Your momma told me you were comin’.
But it’s no longer a surprise,
How this boy born from another woman,
Was destined to be my own.
Just one look and my heart knew what should be.
I can’t imagine my life without you,
God knew you were the son for me…
Oh, yes, son, I’m so glad…you were sent to me.
-Lyrics by Sonja Schaefermeyer
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