GUEST MOM RANT: JULIE FISK OF KVIL

 

  How I ruined "Frozen" for my kids

 I saw “Frozen” with my kids last week and fell completely in love with it. Honestly, I don’t remember ever being THIS excited about a kid’s movie, even when I was a kid. I mean, I ran out & bought the soundtrack the very next day & I’m already planning another trip to the theater so I can see it with my kids a second time. I’ve even developed a girl-crush on one of the “Frozen” characters, Elsa. Believe me, if I could bleach my hair white and start wearing glistening gowns to work, I would.

Sadly, it’s that exact enthusiasm which is killing “Frozen” for my kids. I know because we were driving around yesterday, blasting the soundtrack like usual when my favorite song “Let it Go” started. I said, “Oooo, it’s my SONG!” My daughter responded with a groan and then said, “You know, you’re kind of killing this movie for me.”

WHAT?

She wasn’t alone either. Her little sister, who was also sitting in the backseat, sounded off with something that sounded like “HARUMPH!”

I was so floored that I had no response for a minute. It had never occurred to me that my love of something might cause it suck for my kids. Makes sense though. When did a kid ever LOVE something that their parents LOVED? In their eyes, I was taking something that was rightfully theirs & claiming it for my own. It’s totally not fair, right? I get it.  

That doesn’t mean that I didn’t react like a spoiled brat.

I was quiet just long enough for my daughters to realize how upset I was. Then I asked my oldest, “How would it make you feel if I told you that I didn’t like something, just because you loved it?”

“I guess it would make me feel pretty bad.”

Then the 6-year-old starting back-pedaling. She yelled out, “EMMA SAID IT! NOT ME!”

Just to hammer my point home, I popped the CD out of the player and handed it into the backseat. “Here, you can just play it in your room.”

The guilt trip was thicker than peanut butter on toast, but it was effective. When we walked in the door, my oldest ran straight to her room & started playing “Let it Go” at full blast. Then she chased me through the house until I stopped and hugged her.

“I’m sorry Mom. We can always love the same things. It’s more fun that way. I PROMISE!”

I might have laid the guilt on thick, but it worked like a charm. Mission accomplished. Now, we can once again share our love of “Frozen.”  

But will she forgive me when I dye my hair white?

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