For the first few years of our kids' lives, we
My daughter's commentary on our favorite songs is especially entertaining. After hearing David Lee Roth sing, "I Ain't Got Nobody," she determined that he must be a skeleton. And, recently, upon hearing "Don't Stop Thinking About Tomorrow," by Fleetwood Mac, she asked, "Mom, why should we not stop thinking about tomorrow?"
I explained the meaning of the song, stressing the importance of putting your mistakes behind you and looking forward to tomorrow, which is a bright new day.
Realizing that my kids were actually listening to the lyrics, I decided to capitalize on their captivity in my car. I chose a song with a lesson that was desperately needed by my budding rockers...
"You Can't Always Get What You Want," by The Rolling Stones.
I couldn't contain my grin as the song played on. I was looking forward to the upcoming discussion and couldn't wait to hear what my kiddos had to say about it. The song came to an end and I eagerly asked, "So, what did you think about that one?"
Nothing. Nada. Zip. They not only didn't want to discuss the song, but I was pretty sure that both kids developed a solid hatred of me in that moment.
I decided not to push it any further. Clearly, they had heard and understood the song. My work here was done.
We arrived home and immediately a fight broke out between my son and daughter. One thousand toys in this house and they both HAD to have the same one. Since I operate under the delusion that they will somehow learn to resolve conflicts on their own, I did not intervene. Instead, I listened to the argument that followed.
My son loudly argued his case, "You can't always get what you want!"
To which my daughter countered, "No! YOU can't always get what YOU want!"
I don't remember who won that argument, which repeated many times over before I finally intervened. One thing, however, is crystal clear: I did not get what I wanted!