Saturday, May 24, 2008

Generation Gap

There are certain ages in my childhood that I can remember very distinctively. Miss is at one of those ages. The things she says and does brings me back to memories I have of that time in my life.

When we were watching the American Idol finale I thought she was going to have a spasm when the Jonas brothers performed. Big D kind of looked at her in a puzzled but amused way. I was watching her and it was bringing me back to when Michael Jackson performed Billy Jean on TV for the first time. I acted the same way. Screaming as he did his moonwalk, clasping my hands together while I had a permanent grin plastered on my face.

Yesterday when we were driving to the store, Miss was telling me all about the Jonas brothers, which one she liked the best, who her friends like the best. Giving me random facts about them. All the while I was smiling and thinking, I can really relate to her right now. I can share with her my childhood and how I felt the same way about Michael Jackson. This is how it went…

Miss~ “The Jonas Brothers are so cool.”

Me~ “Yeah, they are pretty cool.” “I remember when I was your age I loved Michael Jackson, he was the best.”

Miss~ “Who is Michael Jackson?”

Me~ “You know the guy who sings Thriller and Beat It.” I then went into my rendition of both songs.

Miss~ “You mean that weird guy with the long black hair?”

Me~ “Well he didn’t look like that when I liked him.”

Then there was silence for a while.

Me~ “I used to lay in my bed while I listened to his album and stare at his picture.” I said this with a worried laugh, thinking maybe I gave to much information of how weird of a child I was.

Miss~ “Really, that’s weird.”

So the whole relating to my nine year old didn’t work out like I thought it would. I think I will just listen to her and let her bring me back to the great memories I had at her age. I will still share some childhood stories with her, will she relate to them, maybe, maybe not.

At least she didn’t ask me what an album was.


SissyMerks said...

I am always trying to relate. Sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn't. My oldest has trouble even thinking that I was his age once and went through similar experiences. LOL!! I guess I did the same thing to my own parents. I just keep trying, my parents always did! It is the circle of life I guess.

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