Isabella and I were sorting through a decade's worth of her belongings this morning when she asked if I'd mind listening to music on Alexa while we worked. Music is never a non-option so I agreed. I know most of the songs she listens to and was humming along as she belted out one lyric after another.
Then
the
music
the
music
stopped.
"Mom, do you know why I love this song so much?"
"I'm going to be honest with you, Izz. I have no idea."
"I love it because the words remind me to be thankful that I've never witnessed sad love like the girl in the song. The love between you and dad is good and happy. I'm one of the lucky ones. I don't know - she says her parents aren't heroes but they're just like her. That's me."
I looked at my nearly ten-year-old child and told her, "I am the girl in the song and that's why I looked and looked and looked until I found the person who understood me and would love me the way I deserve to be loved.
Here is Isabella's favorite song.
Older
Sasha Sloan
I used to shut my door while my mother screamed in the kitchenSasha Sloan
I'd turn the music up, get high and try not to listen
To every little fight, 'cause neither one was right
I swore I'd never be like them
But I was just a kid back then
The older I get the more that I see
My parents aren't heroes, they're just like me
And loving is hard, it don't always work
You just try your best not to get hurt
I used to be mad but now I know
Sometimes it's better to let someone go
It just hadn't hit me yet
The older I get
I used to wonder why, why they could never be happy
I used to close my eyes and pray for a whole 'nother family
Where everything was fine, one that felt like mine
I swore I'd never be like them
But I was just a kid back then
The older I get the more that I see
My parents aren't heroes, they're just like me
And loving is hard, it don't always work
You just try your best not to get hurt
I used to be mad but now I know
Sometimes it's better to let someone go
It just hadn't hit me yet
The older I get
The older I get the more that I see
My parents aren't heroes, they're just like me
And loving is hard, it don't always work
You just try your best not to get hurt
I used to be mad but now I know
Sometimes it's better to let someone go
It just hadn't hit me yet
The older I get
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