5/21/2023 0 Comments Dont grow up songWhy are all the cutest baby clothes from Europe? + The darling two-piece set shown in the snap above is by Spanish line No Sin Valentina. Because as much as I need my mother to occasionally remind me that it’s OK - it’s necessary, survivalist even - to deposit mini in her crib for quiet playtime once or twice each day, I also cotton to the reminder that it’s also OK - necessary, survivalist even - to set aside the chores or the selfish pull of a bit of time to myself to get down on my hands and knees alongside her, lest she grows up in a hurry. Something in Kanye’s song has mediated my experience of motherhood, reminded me to truly stop, put down the phone or the broom or the laundry basket or the armful of toys or the Kindle, nestle myself on the floor, and drink this little soul up in all of its fifteen-month glory. I’ve written, extensively, about the warping of time in the wake of the birth of a child, the infinity of firsts and lasts you witness as a mother, but in such rapid-fire succession, it can occasionally be easy to lose sight of where one phase stops and another begins, and it can often occur that a small marker of the passage of time - say, the setting aside of too-small diapers - can lead to a quiet sob in a nursery on an otherwise nondescript Wednesday afternoon. When did she stop gumming on toys and preferring to actually play with them? When did she start understanding how those reusable sticker books work? When did she stop sleeping with her butt in the air? Where did she learn that fake laugh she tries on us now and again, waiting a tic afterward to see whether she’s elicited laughter from us? After, I look over at minimagpie with an aching heart and pull her into me, aware that the minutaie and quirks of her fifteen-month-old self might disappear as quickly as this afternoon. There is something about the details in these lyrics that rings true to me, reads as authentic and original, and I can’t stop listening to it or thinking about it. I pray your body’s shaped more like mine and not like your mommy’s…Ĭurves under your dress, I know it’s pervs all on the ‘net I also related - deeply - to his parental protectiveness, his anxiety over the future of his daughter, and was touched in particular at the specificity of his concerns: ‘Cause now I see women as somethin’ to nurture “Father forgive me, I’m scared of the karma The song startled me because it reflects a level of introspection and vulnerability I don’t typically associate with rap music, especially when Kanye says: I always say that I'm growing up while staying young forever :)Have you listened to Kanye’s newest album, Ye? One of the songs, “Violent Crimes,” is a ballad of sorts to his daughter, lamenting the inevitability of her growing up, coming of age, and consorting with men. Won't let no one break your heart.Īnd even though you want to, please try to never grow up" You've got your whole life to be an adult, so cherish what you got now before it's too late. Don't grow up too fast, part of who you are is who you made yourself to be in your adolescent years and wanting to skip ahead seems like you haven t truly discovered yourself just yet. Truth is, they have it way easy compared to what I had some 10 years ago. Seriously though, nowadays I see these young people whining about wanting to be an adult already and complaining how they are getting it hard in society nowadays. "I just realized everything I have is someday gonna be gone." Things are constantly changing, sometimes faster than we want, but they're happening. We feel comfortable with the usual thing and are a little anxious and nervous when changes happens. People who know me well enough know that I try my best to not change things. I lived in the same city for 18 years then 3 years ago I leave my mom to go to college. So I tuck myself in and turn my nightlight on It's so much colder than I thought it would be I just realized everything I have is someday gonna be gone Remember the footsteps, remember the words saidĪnd all your little brother's favorite songs Memorize what it sounded like when your dad gets home Take pictures in your mind of your childhood room You're in the car on the way to the moviesĪnd you're mortified your mom's droppin' you offĪt fourteen, there's just so much you can't doĪnd you can't wait to move out someday and call your own shotsīut don't make her drop you off around the blockĪround in your PJs getting ready for school So I tuck you in, turn on your favorite night light Your little eyelids flutter 'cause you're dreamin' Your little hand's wrapped around my finger
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