Believe it or not, I’m grateful for the music blaring from my 16-year-old son’s room. It’s not that I enjoy it, really. Half the time the bone-rattling bass drives me to distraction. It rushes through the ceiling, into the office where I’m desperately trying to find enough peace and quiet to write. But still, I love the crazy, enthusiastic, grab-life-and-eat-it-up teenagerness of it.
When was the last time I blasted Eye of the Tiger or, to be a little more modern, What Does the Fox Say? I certainly hammer my eardrums (and sometimes my kids’ eardrums, too) in the car from time to time, and I love the free-spirited high that comes with belting out Wa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pow! with a bunch of teens and tweens.
Which brings me to the real reason that I love the tunes now pounding through my house—it means Chad is still here. He will be for another couple years, then we move on to a new phase, where he’s not quite so involved with home and family and is making a life of his own. I know. I’ve been there before. And it’s a good thing, seeing your child go out into the world, learn, grow, and contribute to society. But right now, I’m loving his music.
What do you love about your family even though it sometimes drives you crazy?
