Love Songs


Have you ever noticed how the lyrics of love songs can apply to all sorts of different situations?  Despite the fact they may have been penned with a lover in mind, the words are often transferable to other relationships; to reflect the love within a friendship or to capture the emotion felt between a parent and child.  I was reminded of a great example of this earlier today.

When The Teen was a small baby in the early weeks of his life, he spent much of his afternoons and evenings relentlessly crying from the condition dreaded by parents of young babies, COLIC.  Oh my, how we both felt that we suffered during this time.  Him, constantly wanting to feed, only to find my milk seemed to increase his distress, me, feeling like an inadequate mother, helpless and exhausted.

As the minutes and hours ticked by during those long and lonely drawn out days, the only release from our distress was for me to hold this small babe of mine and to keep him moving.  Gently rocking and swaying him.  Up and down, side to side, resting him on my moving legs when my arms screamed from aching.  The soundtrack to this colic-fuelled period in our lives was Norah Jones debut album “Come away With Me”. We danced through the house to the velvety melodies, soothed and transported to calmer states as Norah’s silky tone washed over us.  We fell evermore deeply in love with each other, transcended by the music beyond our daily despair.

That troubled newborn boy of mine is now fourteen years old  and towers above me in height.  I often pause to wonder at how the years have passed by so speedily.  This morning he was frustrated - at himself mainly.  As is often the way with our Teens who are juggling their emotions, yet to know and understand themselves.  He felt it was me causing his frustration, his disappointed and nagging Mum – in his eyes – who was at the root of the uncomfortable  feelings he was experiencing.  As he got out of the car to walk into school he could barely mumble a goodbye.

 In that moment, as I watched my son walk away, not looking back, Norah's voice streamed from the car radio singing  “What am I to you”.  Immediately I was transported back to the house where I lived with this boy of mine in the early months of his life.   My whole being filled up with love as I watched him walk away. I listened to the words of the song…safe in the knowledge that he’s ok, I’m ok, and despite feeling that I am in a relationship of unrequited love at times with my Teen, I know that he will pick up the ball again when he’s ready.


"What Am I To You?"
What am I to you
Tell me darling true
To me you are the sea
Vast as you can be
And deep the shade of blue

When you're feeling low
To whom else do you go
See I cry if you hurt
I'd give you my last shirt
Because I love you so

If my sky should fall
Would you even call
Opened up my heart
I never want to part
I'm giving you the ball

When I look in your eyes
I can feel the butterflies
I will love you when you're blue
Tell me darlin' true
What am I to you

Yeah well if my sky should fall
Would you even call
Opened up my heart
Never wanna part
I'm giving you the ball

When I look in your eyes
I can feel the butterflies
Could you find a love in me
Could you carve me in a tree
Don't fill my heart with lies

I will love you when you're blue
Tell me darlin' true
What am I to you
What am I to you
What am I to you





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