Once, years ago, I got into an argument on a baby-names forum about music. A woman had posted a thread asking how other mothers felt about music and children. Her argument was that she allowed her children to listen to whatever music they wanted to because how could they possibly choose for themselves if they didn't know what to choose from. Mothers around the globe, and more specifically on the forum, applauded her. I did not. 'What types of music are you letting them listen to?' I asked. 'Jay-Z, Snoop Dog... whatever they want!' I was shocked. Her children were.... children, young enough to be significantly influenced by what they heard. I said as much and immediately became the bad guy. Attacked from all sides I found myself alone. I considered how naive I must have been to assume that it made sense to everyone that controlling what your kids saw and heard was important. It made sense to me! This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya guns up in th...
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May the farce be with you. Ah, um, make that "force."
In the meantime, blessings and Bear hugs.
I think tonight I will go to bed extra early. :) and learn my lesson about staying out late. My 31 year old self doesn't handle it quite as well as my 21 year old did.
Really? I would never have known. Who would have thought?
Now, think of a bod that is twice your age, and how that thought makes me feel.
Shrug, sniffle. Bear trundles out.