Kids, Happiness, and Taylor Swift
I want to be young. I want to be in love. I want a wife that I can’t wait to see. We tend to want things we can never have – at least I do.
As I tolerate my way through life, I hope happiness for my kids. Kids are happy when they have friends. I have noticed at about the age of 10 or 11, my kids have begun to drift apart from their childhood friends. With two parents who were nerdy and dateless through adolescence, genetics is apparently catching up with them. Their peers developing girly figures and learning about the world in their own ways. Our girls being largely isolated from pop culture and the signals it sends.
The tenth birthday of daughter 2 was approaching. She had been exhibiting signs of middle child syndrome – “Marcia Marcia Marcia”. So, without mother approval, dad scores some tickets to the ultimate pre-teen experience – The Taylor Swift concert. Oh yeah, for one night we were up there with the cool kids – and on a school night at that.
I pretended to be the reluctant chaperone who didn’t want to be there. Of course by the time of the show the other week it was me who knew the words to Teardrops on My Guitar and a few others. I didn’t want to embarrass them, but of course I couldn’t resist, they caught me singing along anyway. My favorite part, aside from seeing the kids experience the excitement, was when she played an acoustic set with a song called Never Grow Up. The lyrics really hit home.
Sometimes I still get to act like a kid – at least when I can hide behind the cover of some pre-teen daughters. As for the girls – they had a good time, but their thing is still going to be being the band nerd or reciting pi to the 142nd digit (yes the older one can do that).