The children stared at me, then back at the screen, then back at me, a tiny bit shocked.
Me: C’mon guys, Back to the Future?? Right? You know what I’m talking about!
Me (crawling into bottom desk drawer and curling into fetal position): Sob, sob, sob.
This morning, I selected Best of the 90’s as my Jango channel of choice during my shower. I am, admittedly, one of those people who steadfastly refuses to recognize that the 1990’s began 23 years ago. [TWENTY-THREE YEARS AGO! I was twenty-three years younger than I am now- aaarrggg (and apparently I was also a pirate)!] For some reason, maybe because of the whole Earth Angel/Back to the Future Incident of 2013, as the first sweet harmonica notes rang out, signaling a Blues Traveler song was beginning, I started pondering.
When I was kid and into my teens, basically until I started driving myself, my mom would play country music and The Oldies (Fox 97- sing it if you remember it) in the car, while she got ready for work, as background music before we got a TV in each and every room of the house. Ugh. The Oldies. They were so old! I wanted to listen to NKOTB, Vanilla Ice, Milli Vanilli- that was good music! But no, we listened to mom’s OLD music. She hummed along to the melody or sang the harmony- which I never got to tell her impressed me beyond belief- smiling happily, and possibly playing some wonderful 60’s childhood montage in her mind.
This would’ve been approximately twenty-three years ago, plus and minus. My mom was 38 years old when the 90’s began (which is close-ish to my age now, but let’s not dwell on that). The music of the 60’s and 70’s, the music she grew up listening to and loving… would have happened approximately 20-30 years previously. So… wait for it…
While getting ready for work this morning, listening to Best of the 1990’s, I realized that I am now listening to the Oldies. My children, when they are old enough to have an opinion about such matters, will think that my music is old, outdated. They will think it stinks. I will think that theirs does (God help me if the ‘Beebs is still popular), just like my mom thought NKOTB could not hold a candle to The Beatles… hrumph (I suppose it wouldn’t be nice to compare the NKOTB comeback tours with the fact that there are only two Beatles left… so I won’t. But still).
This is one of those moments, isn’t it? One of those I’m-turning-into-my-parents kind of moments. Sigh.
Well, it’s okay, I suppose. I mean, they raised two pretty awesome kids so, even though they were old, they must’ve done something right 🙂
As a side note, this morning the Ladybug snuggled her cheek to mine and, completely unprompted declared, “I love you so much.”
So maybe I’m doing something right, too.