Knowledge is power!
As your body grows bigger
your mind must flower
Last night I nearly made a fool out of myself and cried in front of my fifth grade daughter’s class. I’m glad I didn’t because socially it probably would have ruined her and I’d be the butt of all those, “Remember when Amy’s mom did the ugly cry at our spring performance? Yeah. Amy’s mom is such a loser” jokes.Last night the entire fifth grade performed School House Rock Live! and just hearing those songs threw me back in time when yeah, we did ride our bikes across town to buy Popsicles without fear of being kidnapped. Back to the time of shag hair cuts, The Donny and Marie Hour, my mother wearing long dresses and my dad sporting a fro. Back to the time when cartoons weren’t available 24/7 and Saturday morning meant getting up early, pouring yourself a heaping bowl of Cheerios and sugar and settling down in front of the television to watch Tom and Jerry, Isis (isisisisisisis), and Speed Racer. I tolerated a lot of dumb cartoons just to hear “as your body grows bigger, your mind must flower. It’s great to learn cause knowledge is power!” So yeah, I enjoyed School House Rock! probably more than most. It had everything I loved, great 70’s animation, peppy music, and it really did make learning fun. If only geometry had been School House Rocked!
More importantly, it was a time in my life when I had settled into my new home and my new family. For the first time I was secure and knew that this was my house and this was my bedroom and this was where I would wake up and go to sleep today and tomorrow and forever. These were my toys, and I had a mommy anda daddy. Some people smell baking cookies and are instantly back in their grandmother’s kitchen. I hear the opening strains of Interjection! and I’m back in our avocado green and harvest gold t.v. room wrapped in the crocheted blanket, sucking down sugar milk and laughing at the animated butt getting a shot (Hey! That’s not fair giving a guy a shot down there!).
So as my daughter and her peers hit the final, glorious notes of Interjections! (Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallejuiahhhhh, yeaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!) I felt the goosebumps on my arms spring up and the familiar sting of tears behind my eyes. In some weird and wonderful way our timelines had intersected and I was so happy that she got to experience a bit of something that helped make her mother who she is. I waited until she went to bed before I cried.