Anyone who spends more than 5 minutes with our family unit realizes I am not the preferred parent. Daddy is king at our house and I'm okay with that... most days. But, really, what mother doesn't have fantasies about ultimate mother-daughter bonding moments? And who expects their daughter to start rejecting them at age 3? You think I'm exaggerating. I'm not. Since about 3-years-old my daughter has thought of her father and me- especially me- as only necessary to get her what she wants. Even as recently as today she was complaining that she is often forced to do whatever her dad and I want to because we drive and she doesn't. We had to break it to her that she can't drive for another 10 1/2 years.
Understandably, I look for small moments of "bonding." I take them (read: steal them) when I can. Enter show tunes. My love of Glee (Season 1 in particular; has it already jumped the shark for Season 2? Discuss...) is no secret. And I often download the music. My kid steals my iPhone whenever we buckle into the car; we listen to Glee music. Over and over again. And we sing. At the top of our lungs. Okay, some are inappropriate (Like A Virgin?) but some are just plain magical. Have you really listened to Defying Gravity lately? Who can't help but feel uplifted by that? So, we sing. And enjoy. And bond.
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