"She's a very good singer, but here's the problem, I'll listen to this music, learn all the songs, go to school ask someone- do you like this song or that song better and then they'll say---oh Emma! nobody listens to those songs anymore. Really I'm kind of just wasting my time here".
At 9 she already knows something that some thirty somethings I know still don't....it's never a good idea to try to be someone you're not. Of course I realize that knowing something in your brain doesn't equate to knowing it in your heart. Which means that in this little house of ours we have many years of trying on all sorts of hats before figuring out just who we all are. This figuring out who we are stuff is hard and occasionally heart breaking work but I get glimpses all of the time of just who these people are going to be and let me tell you, every single hard moment is worth it.
So, back to the music. Emma was also worried about the words in the songs and said they made her feel uncomfortable. I felt so proud of her to express those super awkward things to me but I also wanted her to know that for the very reason she expressed those feelings to me, I am ok with her listening to some of that (trashy) music. I explained that sometimes we listen to music for the beat or the sound of a voice but the words are horrible and we just don't agree. And then I did something that I never do with anyone, because it's just too embarrassing...I showed her my running playlist. That thing is chock full of horrible music, the likes of Katy Perry and Kesha. What a laugh that gave her! I told her the catchy songs helped me run as fast as I could but no way would I EVER listen to that garbage in the house! She said she understood--kind of, but wouldn't it just be better to put on music I love the words and sound of and run to that. Her dad does that. I cannot. She and Him, The Decemberists, Mumford and Sons, they just really don't cut it for me when I'm running. They are however the soundtrack of our days. At that point we switched the station to Passion Pit Radio and Emma in a sweet sigh said, 'why can't my friends just like good music!". And if beams of happiness didn't shoot out of my eyes, well I'm shocked. Good (and let's be honest here, really, really crappy) music will be right there helping Kevin and me and all three of our girls, as we figure all of this out...together.
Hip hip
Hip hip
Hip hip
Hip hip
When you're on a holiday
You can't find the words to say
All the things that come to you
And I wanna feel it too
On an island in the sun
We'll be playing and having fun
And it makes me feel so fine
I can't control my brain
Hip hip
Hip hip
When you're on a golden sea
You don't need no memory
Just a place to call your own
As we drift into the zone
On an island in the sun
We'll be playing and having fun
And it makes me feel so fine
I can't control my brain
We'll run away together
We'll spend some time forever
We'll never feel bad anymore
Hip hip
Hip hip
Hip hip
On an island in the sun
We'll be playing and having fun
And it makes me feel so fine
I can't control my brain
We'll run away together
We'll spend some time forever
We'll never feel bad anymore
Hip hip
We'll never feel bad anymore
No no
We'll never feel bad anymore
No no
No no
No no
Island in the Sun--Weezer
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