I HOPE YOU CRY

Now that I'm 33 Weeks Pregnant (that's almost 8 1/2 months for you non-pregnant minded people out there), I have come to terms with my "range" of emotions. By "range," I mean crying and by "emotions" I of course mean HORMONES. Early on in my pregnancy, I waited for these so-called hormones to kick in. I wasn't overly emotional or bitchy (T-Ko might disagree), and I reveled in the fact that I would be "normal" and not be one of those loony pregnant chicks we see in the movies.

HA.

It was a glorious, 73 degrees, gray skies (smog) , and bumper-to-bumper traffic on the 101 as I creeped my way towards Downtown. I was about 5 months pregnant. Sick of Kevin & Bean and disgusted by Danny Bonaduce's whiskey voice, I flipped to my FM2 stations - you know, the stations you have programmed when all else fails... 104.3, 101.1, 103.5. Ah, 103.5. KOST 103.5. Mike Sackalaretes (sp?), Karen Sharp... Names that will always be associated with love and sounds of fake waves and seagulls.

I wasn't expecting to hear sappy dedications at 9am, but maybe, just a little Phil Collins or Billy Joel... Something light and fluffy to sing a long with. What I got was far from fluffy and far from light. The song was called "I HOPE YOU DANCE" by Lee Ann Womack. I think she's a country singer (I can only assume as I didn't know any "Lee Ann's" at Hebrew School). I started listening to the song and my eyes started welling up with tears. I'm not someone that normally cries when they hear songs or sees puppy dog commercials, and here I was. Pregnant. Hormonal. Listening to a song about a mother (I presume) wishing their child (my unborn child) happiness and above all else a chance to DANCE (a metaphor for life, of course). It was beautiful. I was waiting for her to praise Jesus as I'm sure this song has some sort of Christian undertone, but I didn't care. Jews can hope their kids dance too.

Now every time I hear the song, my eyes well up. I pretty much only tune in to Kost 103.5 these days just so I can hear the song. Here it is below. I hope you like it. And I hope you cry. :-)

"I HOPE YOU DANCE" by LEE ANN WOMACK

I hope you never lose your sense of wonder,
You get your fill to eat but always keep that hunger,
May you never take one single breath for granted,
God forbid love ever leave you empty handed,
I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean,
Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens,
Promise me that you’ll give faith a fighting chance,
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance.

I hope you dance....i hope you dance.

I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance,
Never settle for the path of least resistance
Livin might mean takin chances but theyre worth takin,
Lovin might be a mistake but its worth makin,
Dont let some hell bent heart leave you bitter,
When you come close to sellin out reconsider,
Give the heavens above more than just a passing glance,
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance.

I hope you dance....i hope you dance.
I hope you dance....i hope you dance.
(time is a wheel in constant motion always rolling us along,
Tell me who wants to look back on their years and wonder where those years have gone.)

I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean,
Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens,
Promise me that youll give faith a fighting chance,
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance.

Dance....i hope you dance.
I hope you dance....i hope you dance.
I hope you dance....i hope you dance..
(time is a wheel in constant motion always rolling us along
Tell me who wants to look back on their years and wonder where those years have gone