My Dad has three children from a previous marriage. This is their song. I realize that they are entitled to their own song, now. However, when I was a little girl I didn't understand it.
I wanted them to like me SO much. They loved when the song came on the radio. They would turn it up really loud and sing along. One time I joined in. Whoops! Big mistake.
Thankfully, my older siblings were kind enough and willing to educate me.
It was a song between the four of them.
Growing up, I wanted so terribly to have the relationship they had with my Dad. I wanted a song. I wanted a nickname. I wanted memories. I wanted that father-daughter bond.
This story does have a happy ending. My dad and I have a gazillion songs. While Molls is a pretty drab nickname, its mine. Sometimes when friends of my dad meet me, they call me Molls, and it makes me smile.
Still, when that old George Strait song comes on the radio, I have to change it. It's not mine, and to be honest with you, I don't want it.
It's theirs, and I understand. Its been so hard to learn what's mine, what's theirs, what's ours. Fortunately for me, I love what's mine.
What's your least favorite song and why? Even if it's just because it's obnoxious!
2 comments:
"1,2,3 like a bird I sing, cause you've given me the most beautiful set of wings" by Tim McGraw....UGH!!!! Can't STAND that song! Sure his cute little girls sing at the end, but to me, it's the WORST song EVER! Oh and by the way Tim you should stick with being an "Indian Outlaw" and your buffalo briefs!
the umbrella song!!!
I too blogged about the worst song ever.
http://carlie2010.blogspot.com/2008/12/umbrella.html
Post a Comment