We'll be back with the top 3 albums of 2015 next week. I have to figure out the order and it's not easy at this point. Good stuff. For now, this was originally posted on my Tumblr on December 2, 2013.
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Do You Want to Build a Snowman?
As much as I love music, I normally hate musicals, except for Disney animated musicals. Beauty and The Beast might be my favorite one, and I have no problem saying that. Recently, I think the music from Tangled really captured the old Disney magic. I’ve Got a Dream fits right in with any of the classics, as far as I’m concerned. This weekend we took our oldest daughter to see Frozen and while all the music wasn’t as strong as Tangled’s, there was one song that I can’t get out of my head because it connected on a level that I don’t remember any other song from any Disney musical ever doing with me. It’s definitely a case of right timing, but still.
The whole movie can really be seen as metaphor for siblings dealing with the older one’s growing into puberty and the distance that results from that ordeal. But I won’t dissect the movie on those terms. I’m really more interested in talking about this one song.
As an only child, I’ve never really understood what a sibling relationship can be like. I say “can be” not “is” because I know full well it’s not always ideal. Nothing is. None the less, people would always point out that I didn’t know and while some would say I was lucky not to, I always felt I was missing something. Very quickly, over the past 10 months of my second daughter being with us, I have seen a bond form almost instantly, that seems like magic between my girls. Just last night, the 4 year old was crying in one room because she was tired and didn’t want us to change her wet bed sheets (she’s working on it) and the 10 month old woke up crying as well and looking for her sister. She didn’t calm down until she saw her and was sure she was ok. Meanwhile, this 40 year old father was getting choked up watching this unfold. Similar scenes have played out at our house recently.
So watching that scene in the movie and then listening to it constantly at the 4 year old’s demand, I imagine my little Zoey, in several years, at her big sister, Shayera’s door, wanting to build a snowman while Shayera is inside the room, inside herself. And I get it. Hopefully, knowing this, having this new tool, we can manage that time when it comes. In the meantime, I’m just overwhelmed by their bond to the point that it chokes me up at times to see it or just think about it. Yet another lesson that my kids teach me.