Sometimes, its the little things that strike you as meaningful as a parent. The other night, Kim & I are driving home--and Andy is laying around in the backseat of the car (Kellie was over at a friends house). And we're playing a little of the Led Zep on the stereo.
Double shot.
1) Nobody's Fault But Mine--Robert Plant wailing the electrified blues. And....
2) Whole Lotta Love--Way down inside.....woman.....you neeeeeeeeeed me......
And so I'm humming along....and from the backseat....Andy, who shows zero--and I mean ZERO interest in anything music related--says:
"Hey, this is a pretty cool song."
My heart sang. My son....getting into Led Zepplin. (Sniff, sniff)
I get a little choked up, just thinkin about it.
And then...two days later....I'm out shopping with Kellie Poe-Bowdren (the original little Miss Hip Hop) for her mom, and stopped in to pick up a gift card for a friend. Kellie tells me that she's going to wait in the car. Now, I have the radio on the 80's station when I get out. I get back in the car....and.....
The hard rock station is on.
"What's up with that?" I asked.
"Huh? Oh, uh...I've been, uh...sorta...ya know, listening to the rock stations lately."
My heart SOARED to the heavens! I wanted to leap thru fields of barley!
That phase---that phase of really crappy music my daughter has been listening too?
She may be coming out of it! Can the Jim Morrison & Robert Plant posters be far behind???
Later,
Jeff
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