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Last weekend, I got an early Valentine from my teenager, and it surprised the hell out of me, to be honest. (I haven't received a Valentine from her in, well, NEVER!) While she was at her father’s house for the weekend, she made a CD for me featuring 19 handpicked songs that she thought I would like. Mom Music, she called it. (The last thing she ever made me was a macaroni necklace way back in Kindergarten. I still have it!)
To fully appreciate the selflessness of this gesture, you have to understand that my teenager and I hardly ever see eye-to-eye when it comes to music. In fact, we fight about music in the car constantly. I yell at her to turn off the rap crap. She berates me for listening to Cher ( I LOVE Cher! “Do you believe in life after love . . .").
“Follow the music into the light, Mom,” she pleads. “Right into the 21st century.”
What touched me most of all was that the songs she picked were DEAD ON perfect! They were exactly the songs that I would be listening to had I not been stuck in a musical time warp.
As I played each song, unwrapped each gift, my tween in the backseat yelled over all the beautiful music, “THESE SONGS ARE TOO SLOW!” To which her sister spun around in the front seat like Linda Blair in "The Exorcist" and snapped back in my defense,“Shut up! It’s mom’s CD and she likes it slow!”
Ahhhh . . . she knows me. She really knows me!
That CD with the 19 “I Love You’s” burned into it is now my new favorite thing. Goodbye Credence Clearwater. So long, Cher. Thanks to my teen, I am moving on, into the light.
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