My mother started the tradition about 31 years ago. She made up a song containing my name which she sung to me every night. This song brought comfort and love and joy to me, even when I was in labor as a young woman. The song went like this: Heather Leigh, Mommy's pretty Heather You are Daddy's, too. Heather Leigh, sweet and pure, Pretty Heather Leigh. Simple and beautiful. She would sing it over and over until I fell asleep or my fears dissipated. When my oldest son was born, I a...