\nI’ve always listened to music with my kids, especially 2012-2018 at breakfast time. One missed opportunity haunts me, however.\n<\/p>\n
\nMy older son must’ve been around 8, when he asked me to listen to “The Lazy Song” (Bruno Mars) with him. I said no, because I didn’t like the song.<\/p>\n
I’ve relived that moment many times, and realize the answer should have been “yes,” because he liked the song, so I should have wanted to share it with him. I was stupid, though, and failed to understand the opportunity.\n<\/p>\n
\nA week ago, driving home from Nanaimo, I sat in the back seat, my wife in the passenger seat, and that son of mine driving. He was playing the stereo and having a great old time, driving us home in the dark.\n<\/p>\n
\nHe asked if he could play “Rock Star” by Nickelback. It’s not my favourite song, and I had so many better suggestions, that I at first said, “no.”<\/p>\n
\nThankfully, my inner voice piped up while a different song played. “You idiot – you’re making the same mistake! Don’t you regret saying ‘no’ to ‘The Lazy Song,’ 10 years ago? Smarten up!!!”<\/p>\n
\nI leaned forward: “Since you’re driving,” I began, “you can play Rock Star if you want.”\n<\/p>\n
“Thanks, Dad! You’ll see it’s great,” he replied, and my younger son started playing it from his phone. Both my boys loved listening to it as Paul (my older is Paul; my younger, James) conducted us along the dark freeway. I admit it was better than I’d remembered.\n<\/p>\n
\nI’ve made innumerable mistakes as a parent, but I’ve learned some lessons, too. In this case, I changed my mind, ending up on the right side of the memory:)\n<\/p>\n
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genius.com: Bruno Mars, The Lazy Song, lyrics<\/a><\/p>\n \ngenius.com: Nickelback, Rockstar, lyrics<\/a><\/p>\nJack of Oracle Tutoring by Jack and Diane,<\/a> Campbell River, BC.\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Self-tutoring about life: the tutor mentions a wrong he righted. I’ve always listened to music with my kids, especially 2012-2018 at breakfast time. One missed opportunity haunts me, however. My older son must’ve been around 8, when he asked me …<\/p>\n