Music made everything make sense today. We were doing chores. We always put on our "FUN" playlist for chores. My Boy was stuck today. Stuck in anger and frustration and negativity. And it was making me really mad. But you know the drill, right? You can't engage. It gets you nowhere. And right when I was contemplating sending a scathing text to my husband, (because clearly it's his fault for being gone), this song comes on:
Well, it was the Lady GaGa version, but I couldn't stomach the video of her trampy self, so I opted for hottie Daughtry instead. But I digress. It was like the ipod was speaking to me.
"Can't read my, Can't read my, no you can't read my Poker Face..."
You can be angry inside, but figure something out, fast, so you can bluff your way through this moment with your stuck kid. So with Lady GaGa driving her pounding beat into our heads, we decide a quick cool down upstairs is in order. I'm still smiling, at least with my Poker Face. He knows he's removing himself from the moment, a chance to save face. He goes.
Here comes Pink. RAISE YOUR GLASS.
"Don't be fancy, just get dancy, why so serious? Raise your glass if you are wrong in all the right ways, all my underdogs... We will never be, never be anything but loud and nitty gritty..." He's my kid. I love him fiercely. He and I will never be, never be anything but loud and nitty gritty. It's who we are. Are we going to fight it every day? Or embrace it? Find joy in our crazy noise? You can only cry so often about how hard things are. Then you get up and just get dancy.
He comes back down, still rigid, but wanting to feel good again. He still has to do a strong-sit; 9 minutes, cross-legged, to let his body relax. Bruno Mars wants something different. I hold out my hand. "If I dance with you, do I still have to do a strong sit?" "Nope. " So we dance. And as loud as I can sing, I tell him,
"When you smile, the whole world stops and stares for awhile... because you're amazing, just the way you are." He makes a gagging face when Bruno says "Her lips, her lips, I could kiss them all day if she'd let me." I gag back, then try to kiss him. He tries to spin me like a ballerina. I dip him like a chicken nugget in honey mustard. His smile is back, and I know his heart is as full of good stuff as mine is. That happy spirit is back in our kitchen. Recognize it, welcome it, embrace it.
Let the music play.
8 comments:
Do you have any good music to go along with the theme "my pre-teen son has been stuck in a MOOD for several days now and I am ready to sell him to the GYPSIES?" (That is, if they would even take him in his great spirits . . .)
I want a copy of your "fun" playlist! Great sampling so far, it makes me want to get up and clean MY house too :) (Okay, maybe I should prepare my church lesson instead, but it would make cleaning day a lot more enjoyable!)
P.S. I'm impressed that your son asked if he could dance with you!
You touch my heart. When I get frustrated next time I need to remember this sweet experience of yours, and dance. I needed you to share this. YOU are "amazing" just the way you are!
I love those songs!! Daughtry is hot and I love that he did a version of Lady Gaga! awesome!
I have a testimony of music sista!!! MJ can change my mood with just a few notes..."can't stop til u get enough" is one of my all time favorite mood swingers.
Oh and I am so happy about your 21 day news!
Oh and thank you for not assaulting my spirit by posting that Lady Gaga video...
I actually think that the Spirit was able to prompt you during a Lady Gaga song. That is completely impressive. The way you handled all of this was really, really aweome. My favorite part was when you said, "I dip him like a chicken nugget in honey mustard." You are awesome, Andrea.
LOVED this blog! Music is such a huge part of my life, I know exactly what you meant. It sometimes can express our feelings and our day way better than words can. And props on the Daughtry video. Love him :) Love your blog too..you make me laugh. You always have :)
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