Like mother, like daughter
My daughter opted to attend her Dad’s hair cut the other evening. The staff was terrific about giving her a piece of paper, coloured markers and a seat at the “waiting counter”. She busily got to her art project while her Dad had his ears lowered.
She sat down beside a middle aged man waiting for his appointment. She turned to him and asked him a question which he politely answered. Then a few minutes later she told him something about what he was drawing. His response made it clear to the adults listening that he was not interested in chatting with a 4 year old. But she persevered offering other information to try to engage him in a conversation, while he continued to shut her down.
My husband describes that eventually, Kate took the hint and realized that she was not going to generate any type of conversation with this man. Just like her mother, a song popped into her head which perfectly articulated what she was feeling. At the top of her voice she began to sing, “You better watch out. You better not pout. You better not cry I’m telling you why. Santa Claus is coming to town….”
My husband and his stylist laughed out-loud at her adept social reprimand for her counter companion. And Kate, none-the-wiser, just kept singing while no doubt contemplating the rude behaviour of this stranger.
I too often get a song in my head which brings up feelings which might be just beneith the surface. I’ve learned to listen to those songs for the light they shine on my soul. I’m going to have to encourage Kate to learn to do the same!