The Urge to Sing

Driving home today, my newborn son Asa was sobbing inconsolably in the back seat. I was shushing him and trying to turn up the classical music which I know had calmed him in the past. All of a sudden, it hit me. I started to sing. This might not seem such a revelatory idea for a normal mom, but for someone suffering from postpartum depression (PPD), this is the first time in the three months since my son was born that this urge had ever come over me. I began singing "If You're Happy and You Know It" and for one brief moment, the fog of depression lifted and I was happy. The crying stopped.