October 19, 2011

• Perfect

  Driving spawn to school this morning (’cause apparently she’s done with being on time for the year), we heard this song.  I immediately go all verklempt.  I don’t know if it’s because the song is permanently connected to this incredible video.  Or if it’s because the song is so freaking powerful.  Or if it’s because I might have felt this way at some point (and who hasn’t).  Or if it’s because I have two daughters who are Perfect. 

  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n1bcQMCZ5gU

  That part where she whispers, “why do i do that?”  It makes me gasp.  Every time.

  When you talk
  About yourself, you were wrong
  Change the voices in your head
  Make them like you instead

  First time I watched it, I cried my eyes out.  Elder spawn came in to see what the heck I was crying about now.  I made her watch it too. 
  So there’s the two of us, flooding- ’cause she’s as melodramatic as her mother- and maybe she can tell.    I think she can tell.  Sometimes I just stare at her.  Because she is perfect.

  Pretty, pretty please
  If you ever, ever feel
  Like you’re nothing
  You’re fucking perfect to me

  And, for once, I chose to avoid the temptation to embarrass her publicly.  I waited until I got home to cry my eyes out.

  (and I apologize again that I just can’t figure out how to link stuff right.  maybe someday)

  • 8:45 am
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