The girls are in bed. The monitor, abuzz with a chirruping two-year-old 30 minutes ago is now silent. At last, Pickle is asleep. Then, out of the blue, we hear her belting out “Let it go! Let it go! Let it go!”
It’s the song from “Frozen”, the latest Disney movie that has captivated the girls in my house, and apparently, around the world, as I’m positive the 60 million views on YouTube means we’re not the only ones with the case of Frozenitis. My girls both wake to the soundtrack, and most days, we would’ve listened to the CD in its entirety by 8am. Twice by 9AM on weekends. Four or five times by bedtime. I know, you’re probably thinking, shoot me.
Except I secretly (and now not-so-secretly) enjoy it. I sing and dance along dramatically with them, and I watch them role play Elsa and Anna – the two princess sisters(!) – every day. Even Pickle has closed my door and asked me, “Elsa? Do you want to build a snowman?” and started singing. When I responded, “Go away, Anna” like Elsa does in the movie, Pickle readily reenacted the scene, with the same sadness in her voice, “Okay…bye….”
It’s awful, this Frozenitis. But it’s cute at the same time. Awfully cute.
You’d think that, by now, I’ll be ready to “accidentally” lose the CD in the trash somewhere, but I just read that Disney will release a sing-along version in the theaters soon, and I’m excited! It’s a family date!
I blame my two girls for our affliction, but I think I love it too because it brings me back to my own sing-along obsession when I was their age. I knew the words to all the songs in “Grease”, and when I was watching it in the theater – I think I was three or four – I stood on my seat and sang them with abandon and embarrassed my Kuma (aunt) who was probably regretting bringing me along with her, although I could tell she was also highly amused in the way she related the story to everyone.
I always sought to join a choir in school, and might have opted to go to church in college just to be in a choir. So this singing thing? Yeah, I so get it. And that’s why I sing along with my girls, from the depths of my belly, my lungs, my heart; I love hearing all three (and sometimes four, when My Guy is around, although I’m pretty sure he’s not going to admit to this) of our voices in concert, “Let it go! Let it go!”
The icing on the cake? With two princesses as the main characters, sisters nonetheless, my girls never fought over who was Elsa and Anna. What? No fighting? Bonus! Little Miss, who’s always enamored with beautiful dresses and opulence, of course gravitates towards Elsa, and naturally, my goofy Pickle plays Anna with ease.
Little Miss had “Let it Go” memorized in less than a week after she received the soundtrack as a surprise. The girl who didn’t know words like isolation and conceal was already clutching at her heart and flinging her arms to match the emotions that these words brought to the song. Oh, did I mention I also had a thing for school plays?
The Polar Vortex kept us home again for a long weekend, and I thought surely another 17 rounds of the Frozen soundtrack would do me in. But it didn’t. They happily relived the movie over and over, and I did that with my childhood in my head. That’s the thing with being a mom of girls. More often than not, you see yourself as a little girl in the most unexpected moments, unlike what Elsa sings, “I'm never going back; the past is in the past!”
With these girls, my past is sometimes right in front of me. And honestly, I don’t think it’s a bad thing. It’s a gift, really.