z: Daddy says you don’t like the song Cheer Up Sleepy Jean
me: I don’t
z: [ hums a few bars ]
z: he says your sisters used to sing it to you cuz you are grumpy in the morning
z: [ more singing with lyrics ]
z: why? If you’re grumpy then, cheer up sleepy jean
So enlightening to hear my daughter tell stories to me about my childhood. I do, I hate that song. For many reasons. One, I hate monkeys. Two, I hate The Monkeys ( too perky and profit driven ) . Three, I don’t support any campaign by happy morning people to uplift and motivate us grumpy morning people. I’ve always been a grumpy morning person, as well as my self-admitted grumpy youngest and grumpy eldest. We are dragons. We don’t greet the morning with a smile. I would wake up in the morning as a young teen and I remember my mother telling a visitor, ” don’t talk to her. she just grunts at you. you won’t understand. ”
But, after that conversation with my little dragon, I started to think about their future conversations about *their* childhood. As I’ve only done this parenting thing once and most of it loaded on the younger side of those kiddies, at no point did I think about the stories they will tell. The parenting books, the parenting friends, the internet parenty things focus on what that child will be, will do, without a chapter on … well, when your child does this, they may talk about or blog about their life from their perspective.
My little dragon re-blogged a story about my childhood to me. I had to read it because she was streaming live without a pause button. Now, I’m wondering what stories my children will have when they grow older and pull stories from their life to relay comedy or tragedy or a barrier they had to emotionally overcome. These kids … they are made of people.
and for you, I leave with this gem … I’m sure I’ve bitched about this shitty song before … but here you go again. As a rule, with song assignments, you MUST listen all the way to the end. It’s the way we roll here on the farm.