This is a meme that my good friend Kathy at Four of a Kind started up a couple of weeks ago. I’ve wanted to participate before now, but between getting into the swing of Aiming Low and (barely) keeping up here, I’ve been pretty busy. This was a good week for me to jump in.
What is Time Warp Tuesday? In Kathy’s own words, “The gist of Time Warp Tuesday is to revisit and share some of our favorite blog entries from our archives and reflect on our journeys since we wrote them.” Kathy chooses a key word or phrase, and then we are to search our archives and reflect on posts we’ve written about that topic. This week’s topic is song lyrics.
I’m a person who lives through music. I mark time by noting what songs were popular then. Given how frequently Frank and I moved as military brats, it’s not uncommon for us to say things like, “That song came out in ’87, because I was in Germany at the time and we always requested it at the dances at the DYA.” For almost any situation or timeframe in my life, there is a soundtrack of songs to which I connect. An eclectic taste in music and a passion for letting music move you emotionally was a gift given to me by my mother. Music is one of the things that bonded Frank and me. Now, we pass on the same love of music and meaningful lyrics to our kids. There is always music playing in our house. Loudly.
As much as music has been a part of this blog, I was a bit surprised to see just how many posts included lyrics or the mention of a song. The ones I’ve included here are only a few of them. They are the ones that have been the most significant in the parts of my life that I’ve shared here on the blog. There are a hundred others that I could tell you stories about…maybe telling the stories connected to some of my favorite songs will become a new regular feature here.
I’ve ordered the posts from the most recent and worked my way back (it’s strange how I feel like I”ve been writing for a very long time and like I’m a new blogger at the same time). For each header, I’ve given a link to the lyrics (first) and a link to the old blog post (second). On each of the lyrics pages, you can also listen to the song if you feel inclined to do so.
Before I bore you by blathering on about songs and past blog posts, I’d like to hear from you – what is a song that you connect a specific memory or person in your life and why? I always love hearing about how others connect music and their lives.
Fortunately you, you have me, I have you.
It’s fortunate for us, we have love, love has us.
It’s fortunate that we, we have time on our side.
Never take for granted that we are so fortunate to be.
“Someone to Love” by Jon B. ft. Babyface is the song which pretty much defined the first ten years of our marriage. Frank proposed at my high school graduation party. It was pure coincidence that that song was the one playing when he asked for my hand. I always took it as a sign that the Universe was telling us that we were meant to be.
“Fortunate” is the song that defines this phase of our marriage. In June I wrote a post in honor of our 15th year of marriage/20th year together. I titled it “Fortunate” and included a link to the lyrics. We often remark at just how fortunate we truly are. We’re fortunate for not only still being in love, but also for still finding new reasons to be in love with one another. We’re fortunate to have come through a small battle with infertility to have four bright and funny children. We’re just all around fortunate. The word and song represents all that we have, to the extent that I had the word tattooed above my ankle this summer, and Frank had a more masculine version of the tattoo inked on his right bicep this past weekend.
I used to worry ’bout the future, but then I threw my caution to the wind.
I didn’t know it then, but this post was the beginning of the end of my efforts to be a surrogate. Up until this point, on my blog I’d been pretty hush-hush about my fourth surrogacy match. I didn’t want to say too much about it because it felt like I would have jinxed things by talking about it too soon. Perhaps I should have kept my damned mouth shut.
“Peg” by Steely Dan / I’ve Seen Your Picture, Your Name In Lights Above It – October 29, 2009
I’ve seen your picture,
your name in lights above it.
This is your big debut.
It’s like a dream come true.
I geeked out to an embarrassing degree when fellow Steely Dan enthusiast Julie of A Little Pregnant commented on my blog for the first time. That then prompted me to ask about blog crushes. Which writers hold something of a celebrity status in your eyes? People who get paid stacks of fat cash and have loads of sponsors are givens. I asked specifically about people who might only be known only in your corner of the blogosphere, but a comment from them on your blog would still come close to making you shit your pants with excitement.
I’ve always felt that
tomorrow is for those
who aren’t too much afraid
to go past yesterday
and start living for today.
You have done what no one thought could be-
you brought some joy inside my tears.
I began this post by explaining how I first connected this song to The Days of the Empty Uterus. When we were in the throes of trying to conceive, I would listen to this song and imagine singing it to my future newborn. When I wrote this post, it was my regular commenters who were the joy inside my tears. I included the lyrics of this song by way of expressing my gratitude for the continuous support I received through my surrogacy attempts. At that point, I was about two months past the end of my journey with Mia and Urs and was very close to making things official with Chance and Apollo. The support I received from my bloggy friends got me through the negative transfer and subsequent chemical pregnancy with Mia and Urs. I had no idea how much more I would come to rely on that support through the two transfers and chemicals with Chance and Apollo. There were many tears, but the joy I had in knowing that you all had my back kept me afloat.
Bodhisatta won’t you take me by the hand?
Can you show me the shine of your Japan,
the sparkle of your China?
Can you show me?
Somewhere in the comments three or four posts before I wrote this one, someone mentioned that they didn’t picture me as a Steely Dan fan. I was inspired to write this post in response. In it, I told the tale of how when I was 12 or 13, a friend of my mom’s did a numerology chart on me and determined that I was a bodhisattva. Meaning, my soul had already recycled itself through reincarnation to the highest point of enlightenment. I had achieved nirvana, but I made a choice to come back again to fulfill some greater purpose on Earth. My mom said that I was her bodhisattva; I was the baby who followed two miscarriages and a doctor’s warning that my mother wasn’t likely ever to carry a baby to term.
Pink – it was love at first sight.
Yeah, Pink – when I turn out the light.
And Pink gets me high as a kite.
And I think everything is going to be all right
No matter what we do tonight.
This is the post in which I told the story behind the Pink Rose Awards, which originated here on my blog and made the rounds through the blogosphere (especially in the infertility/loss/adoption circles) in the latter half of 2008. This blog post was further connected to Strollers and Pink Roses, in which I wove together glimpses of Mother’s Days past – as a woman struggling with infertility and as a mother after infertility. The Pink Rose Awards were near and dear to me. I kept track as best as I could of the bloggers who received them and linked to them on The Rose Garden. There are almost 300 bloggers listed there.
Looking in retrospect, what I love the most about this post and the Pink Rose Award is that it was inspired by a comment that Luna of Life from Here left on Strollers and Pink Roses. We were cycle buddies – she was doing what would be her very last IVF attempt before moving on to adoption and I was working on my second transfer with Mia and Urs. I sent to her the mp3 of the song I was playing on repeat to try to keep my mind in a good place – “Happy Feelin’s” by Frankie Beverly and Maze. We had our transfers on the same day and both tried to feed some happy feelin’s into our bodies. Sadly, neither of our transfers worked. It warms my heart to know that almost 3.5 years later, Luna has two beautiful daughters – one via open adoption, and the other via a jaw-dropping stroke of luck (miracle?). Most of us within the ALI (adoption/loss/infertility) community know of Luna’s recent delivery (birthstory Part I and Part 2). This is one piece of my blog which I feel has come full-circle. I now think of Baby Z as a pink rose; she blossomed like a seed which tumbled into a crack in the pavement and onto an impossibly thin strip of fertile soil. Luna was the very first recipient of the Pink Rose Award. Full circle, indeed.
No we got nothin’ in common.
No we can’t talk together.
No we can’t dance at all.
I wrote a post with the same title in response to finding out that my brother-in-law and his girlfriend were expecting a baby. At the time, he was 22 and four years past his high school graduation. She was nineteen and still had two years left before her graduation (yes, really). Ignoring the obvious, I felt that the lyrics were appropriate because they speak of the disparity in age between the two. Granted, there are just three years’ difference between the two of them and there are three years’ difference between Frank and me. However, there are six years’ difference between their graduation dates. It just seemed at the time that the two of them were worlds apart when speaking about maturity levels, and neither seemed ready to take on parenthood either singularly or collectively.
More than three years after I wrote the original post, I’m glad to report that the two recently celebrated their first wedding anniversary. They’re great parents; while they did need some guidance along the way (who doesn’t?), they were smart enough to know when they needed to ask for help. They never faltered in their love for each other and have overcome some external pressures to stay true to themselves and to each other. I’m proud of them.
If you participate in this week’s Time Warp Tuesday (I hope you do!), here is the link to the blog hop on Kathy’s blog: Song Lyrics Time Warp.
Or, you can comment here with your answer to that question that I asked way up there (you have to scroll up, don’t you? I would have to if I were you. I’m forgetful like that).
Five points to the first person who can tell me who my favorite band is.
Ten points to the person who can tell me which song lyrics (and the artist) I posted on my OLD, OLD blog (the one before Smart One) on the day I delivered Baby M (my surrobaby).