this thing keeps happening as my 13 year old daughter listens to pop music. it takes me by surprise. maybe it’s the scientific algorithms or maybe not.
mazzy will play another teen anthem about taking life and love by storm and somewhere a few bars in – i have to stop myself from weeping.
mind you, these are not stellar songs, but there i am shutting my mouth and blinking hard.
the bold, unwavering declarations of pop music’s inner life heard through the ears of teenager – or the ears of 40 year old mother who remembers what it was like to belt out those songs – it’s a powerful thing.
and i forgot.
or maybe i never knew.
there is a fierceness in youth. there is a belief in one’s self that is devastating in its naiveté.
and it’s so beautiful.
the passionate, furious emotion of the teenage soul.
here’s how it goes:
start a really popular anthem and cue mom singing along with child. we’re hitting the chorus now – don’t cry! don’t cry! – and look over at my girl. my girls. my girls and my boy.
they sing along, too and for them, it’s no big deal.
there is no welling admiration for blind free will in their hearts. that’s only in me. they sing as the world flies by the car window. somewhere inside the countdown of days to when they get to drive has begun.
they listen to the music that anticipates the launch.
and it is valiant.