My kids wouldn't know a top 100 hit if it hit them in the head. We don't really listen to the radio and our time in stores where such hits would be piped in on repeat play is limited. But a few weeks ago, their pristine pop-free musical tastes were suddenly sullied when at summer camp, they were taught to sing the Katy Perry hit "Firework."
They loved this song. So much so that Seconda asked if we could download it onto the iPod for her. We agreed, though I grumbled a lot about it to David.
"Ugh." I lamented, "I can't stand this peppy, chirpy garbage."
Then we were stuck in the car for two days and I had no choice but to sit and listen to every word Katy Perry crooned. And what I discovered was . . .
I love that freaking song.
I LOVE it.
It took at least four or five listens but finally, my annoyance abated and soon, I started singing along. Then I turned up the volume and paid close attention to the lyrics, which my children were singing right along.
"Do you ever feel like a plastic bag/ Drifting in the wind/ Wanting to start again? "
Why yes, Katy Perry. Often, I do feel that way.
"Do you ever feel, feel so paper-thin/ Like a house of cards/ One blow from caving in?"
I do. I DO sometimes feel that way. Tell me more. Tell me what to DO.
"Ignite your light and let it shine"
Yes, yes, then what? THEN WHAT?
"And own the night like the fourth of July!"
Can I, Katy Perry? Can I really do it? How do you know?
"Cause baby you're a FIREWORK! Come on show them what you're worth! Let them go oh, oh, oh and you shoot across the sky, sky, sky."
At this point, I began to sob. So moved was I by Ms.Perry's inspiring words.
"She's right!" I told David, "We ARE fireworks! All of us! What a beautiful message for our kids. What a beautiful message!!!"
"Mommy, why are you crying?" asked Seconda.
"Because Mommy just loves this song so much. And I feel bad because I judged Katy Perry unfairly without giving her a chance. Now that I gave her a chance, I love what she's saying. You are a firework, honey, and Mommy always wants you to feel special like that. Never hide who you are. Let your colors burst! Make 'em so high high high as you shoot across the sky sky sky."
We listened to the song approximately twenty times in a row. And we just kept on singing. Well, not David. He appreciated the message, but wasn't didn't drink the Katy cool-aid the way I did. Yep, I drank it down. Got bit bad by the Katy Perry love bug.
Matter of fact, I feel like I could use a little listen right now. Start the week off right.
So much coffee
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