Goodbye Inner Biker Chick
I have officially turned into a softie. Sure, I've always been a little on the sentimental side. Play an old Chicago or Journey song and I start swaying back and forth in the car. Hallmark commercials.... destined to bring tears. Elderly couples holding hands... yeah, I start to dab the eyes a bit. But for the most part... I've always been pretty cool (or so I think). That is until we adopted Nandini. And now I'm the mom of a little girl.... and there's no turning back.
I will say right now that my pet peeve has always been those sentimental, gushy, tug-on-the-heartstring-on-purpose songs about dads and little girls. Puh-leeze! Butterfly Kisses? That's for pansies. And that stupid song about the kid who wants to buy his mom a pair of red shoes for Christmas because she's gonna die that very night.... it's for wusses. I mean, seriously, do you really think that kid didn't have money to buy his mom a present? You know darn well he went around to the corner store and spent it all on the latest Xbox game. Come on... he totally scammed that Rob Lowe character in the movie.
That's right. There's a movie, too.
It's all about marketing and commercialism. Get some soppy song about a dad and his little girl and then all of a sudden it shoots to #1 on the Billboard Charts and then it becomes the #1 most played song for the Father/Daughter dance at weddings. It's all about the money, people. All about the money.
Which surprised me then when I found out that Steven Curtis Chapman was on board with the whole thing. I mean, I so admire the guy. I think he's fantastic. And then he comes out with a song called "Cinderella" and man, ugh!, I start tearing up every time I hear it.
The difference between those other songs and this one is that those other songs came out before I became a mom to a little girl... and this song came out after. Makes a big difference.
I heart this song.
I. Heart. It.
I can't even think about it without getting all blurry-eyed.... with the image of a little girl dancing on her daddy's feet. Sniff sniff. You're just going to have to excuse me for a moment while I grab a handkerchief.
Okay, there. I feel a bit better.
Steven Curtis Chapman, how could you???!!! You have what, 107 kids? You should know better than to write a song that's going to cause busy moms to pull over on the side of the road and bawl. Come on! Do you know how rare it is for me to actually wear make-up? And then when I do, your song comes on and I've got raccoon eyes and black rivers running down my chin.
What where you thinking???
I liked you so much better in your Speechless days. Dive and Speechless and The Change were great songs. So what's with this Cinderella nonsense? Don't you know we women don't need a reason to cry? What is it that you're trying to do here?? Huh?? Huh??? Tell me!
Have any of you heard this song? Am I just PMS'ing on an emotional hormone roller coaster or is this a great song or what?
Leslie
I will say right now that my pet peeve has always been those sentimental, gushy, tug-on-the-heartstring-on-purpose songs about dads and little girls. Puh-leeze! Butterfly Kisses? That's for pansies. And that stupid song about the kid who wants to buy his mom a pair of red shoes for Christmas because she's gonna die that very night.... it's for wusses. I mean, seriously, do you really think that kid didn't have money to buy his mom a present? You know darn well he went around to the corner store and spent it all on the latest Xbox game. Come on... he totally scammed that Rob Lowe character in the movie.
That's right. There's a movie, too.
It's all about marketing and commercialism. Get some soppy song about a dad and his little girl and then all of a sudden it shoots to #1 on the Billboard Charts and then it becomes the #1 most played song for the Father/Daughter dance at weddings. It's all about the money, people. All about the money.
Which surprised me then when I found out that Steven Curtis Chapman was on board with the whole thing. I mean, I so admire the guy. I think he's fantastic. And then he comes out with a song called "Cinderella" and man, ugh!, I start tearing up every time I hear it.
The difference between those other songs and this one is that those other songs came out before I became a mom to a little girl... and this song came out after. Makes a big difference.
I heart this song.
I. Heart. It.
I can't even think about it without getting all blurry-eyed.... with the image of a little girl dancing on her daddy's feet. Sniff sniff. You're just going to have to excuse me for a moment while I grab a handkerchief.
Okay, there. I feel a bit better.
Steven Curtis Chapman, how could you???!!! You have what, 107 kids? You should know better than to write a song that's going to cause busy moms to pull over on the side of the road and bawl. Come on! Do you know how rare it is for me to actually wear make-up? And then when I do, your song comes on and I've got raccoon eyes and black rivers running down my chin.
What where you thinking???
I liked you so much better in your Speechless days. Dive and Speechless and The Change were great songs. So what's with this Cinderella nonsense? Don't you know we women don't need a reason to cry? What is it that you're trying to do here?? Huh?? Huh??? Tell me!
Have any of you heard this song? Am I just PMS'ing on an emotional hormone roller coaster or is this a great song or what?
Leslie
Comments
By the way, did I hear you were looking for a copy of "Chicka Chicka Boom Boom"?
My goodness, Nandini is only 3. If I'm acting this way now, who knows how bad I'll get get when she gets married. Accck! I can't even think about it.
Julie, yes! I'm looking for a copy of Chicka Chicka Boom Boom. Do you have one???
P.S. Amy, I think I know why you like SCC so much... 'cuz you're on your way to having 107 kids, too! :-) :-)
Leslie