Bass For Birthday Blues
I was surprised to see my daughter awake, tapping away at the computer, because it was too early for her to be up for school. Anyway, I gave her a kiss and greeted her 'Happy Birthday'. Yes, my child is all grown up, and she's 17 today.
'Thanks mom', she said. 'You know, my boyfriend broke up with me last night'. Why, the sonofabitch. What an asshole. 'I'll be out of the pc in a bit, I'm just typing these Fiona Apple lyrics to my livejournal' she sullenly said.
I did sense it earlier, that something was not quite right. A feeling of tenderness began to swell in my heart for my daughter who, at 17, is so talented, beautiful and fair with her curly hair, my grown-up little girl. I felt a rush of anger for that stupid boy who was her boyfriend for a little more than a year until last night. Why, the effing idiot. He is just a fricken dork.
'That's okay honey, it's not the end of the world, besides', I told her, 'you're gonna have dorky looking kids if you got married to that boy'. I was gonna go on to say that hers is just puppy love, is bound to be forgotten, that she will fall in love again for real but I decided not to. Having my daughter go through broken heartedness, on her birthday even, is something new to me. I felt for her and didn't have the right words to say.
Sensing that I was feeling weird, she said 'I know mom, I'm okay, really. I'm probably gonna cry later but that's it. He said he was gonna deliver his present later and I think I'll kick him in the nuts'.
'It's my party i can cry if i want to, cry if i want to, cry if i want to, you will cry too if it happens to you ....' The lyrics started to flood my head.
I remember. This was my song for a day on my birthday many, many years ago. Oh yes, it brings back memories for sure. The fool, the stupid loser, if I got married to him, I'd be so miserable now, and my daughters wouldn't have been as beautiful. Thank God, I was spared. And to think I thought it was the end of the world at the time. Well, apparently, Not.
I'm sure many years from now, my daughter will be thinking these very same thoughts. Besides, what better way to mend a broken heart than a brand new guitar. Yes, we're going to give her her heart's desire. We're gonna get her the bass guitar she's been wanting for a long time now. Yup, she'll have it later, the better for her to play the blues away with.
Happy Birthday, Big Girl.
Filed Under: Love
'Thanks mom', she said. 'You know, my boyfriend broke up with me last night'. Why, the sonofabitch. What an asshole. 'I'll be out of the pc in a bit, I'm just typing these Fiona Apple lyrics to my livejournal' she sullenly said.
I did sense it earlier, that something was not quite right. A feeling of tenderness began to swell in my heart for my daughter who, at 17, is so talented, beautiful and fair with her curly hair, my grown-up little girl. I felt a rush of anger for that stupid boy who was her boyfriend for a little more than a year until last night. Why, the effing idiot. He is just a fricken dork.
'That's okay honey, it's not the end of the world, besides', I told her, 'you're gonna have dorky looking kids if you got married to that boy'. I was gonna go on to say that hers is just puppy love, is bound to be forgotten, that she will fall in love again for real but I decided not to. Having my daughter go through broken heartedness, on her birthday even, is something new to me. I felt for her and didn't have the right words to say.
Sensing that I was feeling weird, she said 'I know mom, I'm okay, really. I'm probably gonna cry later but that's it. He said he was gonna deliver his present later and I think I'll kick him in the nuts'.
'It's my party i can cry if i want to, cry if i want to, cry if i want to, you will cry too if it happens to you ....' The lyrics started to flood my head.
I remember. This was my song for a day on my birthday many, many years ago. Oh yes, it brings back memories for sure. The fool, the stupid loser, if I got married to him, I'd be so miserable now, and my daughters wouldn't have been as beautiful. Thank God, I was spared. And to think I thought it was the end of the world at the time. Well, apparently, Not.
I'm sure many years from now, my daughter will be thinking these very same thoughts. Besides, what better way to mend a broken heart than a brand new guitar. Yes, we're going to give her her heart's desire. We're gonna get her the bass guitar she's been wanting for a long time now. Yup, she'll have it later, the better for her to play the blues away with.
Happy Birthday, Big Girl.
Filed Under: Love
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