"I am the Mother of..."

A dear friend of mine sent me this lovely little tune called "The Mother" by Brandi Carlile. Although it doesn't represent my taste in music (which is usually outdated and tolerably weird), I absolutely love the lyrics not just for the craftsmanship but for how exquisitely precise she represents the experience of becoming a mother.

They can keep their treasure and their ties to the machine 'cause I am the mother of Evangeline...

Welcome to the end of being alone inside your mind

Tethered to another and you're worried all the time

You always knew the melody but you never heard it rhyme

She's fair and she is quiet, Lord, she doesn't look like me

She made me love the morning, she's a holiday at sea

The New York streets are as busy as they always used to be

But I am the mother of Evangeline

The first things that she took from me were selfishness and sleep

She broke a thousand heirlooms I was never meant to keep

She filled my life with color, cancelled plans and trashed my car

But none of that is ever who we are

Outside of my windows are the mountains and the snow

I hold you while you're sleeping and I wish that I could go

All my rowdy friends around accomplishing their dreams

But I am the mother of Evangeline

They've still got their morning paper and their coffee and their time

They still enjoy their evenings with the skeptics and their wine

Oh but all the wonders I have seen I will see a second time

From inside of the ages through your eyes

You were not an accident where no one thought it through

The world has stood against us, made us mean to fight for you

And when we chose your name we knew that you'd fight the power, too

You're nothing short of magical and beautiful to me

I would never hit the big time without you

So they can keep their treasure and their ties to the machine

Cause I am the mother of Evangeline

They can keep their treasure and their ties to the machine

Cause I am the mother of Evangeline


Enjoy some music with your family today...


Love,

Ariela