Sometimes, it is about the music and not about the hype.
Have you listened to the song Wrecking Ball by Miley Cyrus? If you are among those that actually heard the lyrics and didn’t just watch the video, you might feel as I do and think the song is raw and extremely “naked” with emotion. Pun intended.
When the song came on the radio today, my daughter immediately perked up from saying goodbye to her brother at school. She’s very bummed that she doesn’t get to go with him. Granted, that could be the reason for what happened next.
Mom, what’s this song?
It’s called “Wrecking Ball”. It’s about a girl who loves someone and her heart is hurting inside.
I thought that was the end of the conversation. I was so wrong.
Why does her heart hurt?
She loves somebody, sweetie. She wants that person to be with her and for them to be in love. Like me and daddy.
But her heart hurts?
Yes and she wrote a song about it. She’s a bit sad.
I realize now I’m just making it worse. At that moment, the song ends and I figured she would hear “Treasure” or “Beneath Your Beautiful” and we could move on. Nope, not even close.
Turn the girl song back on, mom!
It was on the radio. I can put it on the big phone.
aka the iPad.
I find a video that plays the song but only displays the lyrics.
She’s quiet. Then I hear sniffles. I turn around.
She has giant water balls in her eyes. Her face is stained with tears. She’s obviously taking the song to her heart. Coupled with my words, the Wrecking Ball has now hit my daughter hard.
A toddler emo moment. Not by lack of sleep. Not by lack of food. She is just completely in tune with Miley’s song and its emotional impact.
My daughter is almost 3.
She continues to cry as we drive home. In a matter of minutes, I watched (or heard) my daughter absorb the combination of music and lyrics and feel the first song that spoke to her.
Remember when you heard that song for the first time and it was amazing? It spoke to you. You wanted to hear it over and over.
I do. I was 2. It was “Half Breed” by Cher. I played it over and over after someone bought the album. I sang it around the house. My parents allowed me to sing a song because I loved it. I didn’t know Cher or what she wore or that she sang the song on a horse.
oh god, a horse!
She doesn’t even know what Miley Cyrus looks like. She doesn’t know about Hannah Montana, Disney, or anything else regarding Miss Miley.
To her, it’s a singer singing a song.
She cried as we walked through the door. Grandma asked why.
Because the girl’s heart hurts.
After she calmed down and got distracted with her toys, she renamed her rag doll “Miley” so she can help her heart heal.
My intuitive little girl. Maybe she can write her feelings out so another little girl can connect with her words.
I really hope so.