Princess loved the previous season of X-factor USA where the five girls featured in the clip sang and danced their way right into the epicentre of her little heart. She’s a fan. Like summer is a fan of the sun.
I encourage me little thingies to not only get hooked on a great melody when listening to music, but to also try and incorporate some brain cells in the activity and give some attention to the lyrics of the song. For we all know a catchy melody does a great song not make. (Macarena anyone?) Imagine my self-worth escalating when proof of this piece of advise finally hit home on the way to school.
The previous day Princess had a major meltdown for not being selected for something she really, really wanted. Needless to say, the afternoon was spent with a lot of comforting words, crying, you’re-not-that-bad-my-child discussions and just more crying. Another point for obviousness would be awarded to those who assumed the discussion was led by mom. Dad was observing the scene from a safe distance, biting his lip, on instruction, for I had to refrain from calling whoever was used as selectors to be worthless bitches who wouldn’t appreciate talent if it bit them in the ass.
Back to the “driving to school epiphany”. We were both just enjoying the silence, having mindless father/daughter time when the song started blasting over the speakers. She paused the song, waited until she had my full attention, for a frigging cow was crossing the road, and yes we live in Africa. Then she started speaking words of wisdom well beyond her years:
Princess: Dad, this is how I feel today.
Dad: What do you mean?
Princess: I feel like the song, I’m moving on. (Maybe it didn’t really rhyme, but call it poetic license on my part.)
Dad: Wow, that’s great Princess. So you feel better this morning? Not anxious to go to school or anything? (I knew I had to tread carefully, as I was in no mood handling a weeping oestrogen rich miniature creature that early in the morning)
Princess: Yes. Listen to the words of the song, Dad. (Where did I hear that quote before? Anyhow, she unpaused the song *is that even a word?* and turned up the volume, for we all know kids assume parents can’t hear music unless is played at decibels equal to a jet engine. It blasted for a while then she continued talking.)
Princess continuing: Yesterday my heart was broken and today I’m ready, my eyes have dried up and I’m not letting this bother me anymore. I’m shaking it off.
I was without words, which for people who know me, implies medical attention. I swallowed back tears. And my chest swell to proportions that made it difficult to handle the steering wheel. This little Princess of mine, who was screwed over by the Bitches of Eastwick, is moving on. First she listened to the lyrics, (Dad = 1, Those thinking I’m a bad parent = 0) and then she grasped the fact that disappointments will come, but how you handle them is the true measurement of character. It’s not how hard you fall, but how quickly you get up again.
So this is my new favourite song for the week and I took the liberty of including the lyrics. And yes, I know the song is actually about getting over a break-up but are you going to tell her that she interprets the song incorrectly? Huh? Huh? Are you? Didn’t think so.
“Miss Movin’ On”I’m breakin’ downGonna start from scratchShake it off like an etch-a-sketchMy lips are saying goodbyeMy eyes are finally dryI’m not the way that I used to beI took the record off repeatIt killed me but I survivedAnd now I’m coming aliveI’ll never be that girl againNo oh oh [x2]My innocence is wearin’ thinBut my heart is growing strongSo call me, call me, call me
Miss movin’ on Oh oh oh [x2]I broke the glass surrounding me (surrounding me)I ain’t the way you remember me (remember me)I was such a good girlSo fragile but no moreI jumped the fence to the other side (the other side)My whole world was electrified (electrified)Now I’m no longer afraidIt’s Independence Day (Independence Day)I’ll never be that girl againNo oh oh [x2]My innocence is wearin’ thinBut my heart is growing strongSo call me, call me, call me
Miss movin’ onEverything is changing and I never wanna go back to the way it was (to the way it was)I’m finding who I am and who I am from here and now is gonna be enough (is gonna be enough)Is gonna be enough