Business InsiderAlex Vance
I didn't realize how much I missed my childhood. Then I saw my parents with my daughters.
I hadn't heard my mom sing in years. The memories were there, of course, her singing along with the car radio or lulling us to sleep with a song from the latest Disney movie.
So when I heard it again as an adult — gentle, melodic, familiar — it was an unexpected jolt of nostalgia.
I watched as she cradled my months-old firstborn, gently nuzzling nose to nose, softly singing the chorus to "You Are My Sunshine." My daughter looked up, her giant blue eyes fixed on my mother's face.
Did she sing that to me as a baby? I couldn't remember. But in that moment, it struck me that what I was witnessing wasn't just a grandmother with her granddaughter, it was my mom with me.
As I watch my parents with my kids, I get glimpses of my own childhood
Like most people, I remember bits…
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