When I heard the lyrics spill out over the catchy notes of music
through the television that we rarely watch, I caught my husband's
eye and motioned him to find the mute button.
With two sets of small ears in the same room as the Super Bowl
halftime show, my ears were extra sensitive to what was coming out
of the speakers. I mother two music-loving souls who memorize
lyrics after one listen, and I really didn't want my 6-year-old
returning to school singing "your sex takes me to paradise."
But that's not the only reason I motioned for muting. It's not
just that I don't want my boys to parrot back lyrics I think are
inappropriate for their small mouths to be singing.
It's also that I want them to celebrate the sacred in a way that
speaks beauty and life.
I voiced a bit of surprise via Facebook after hearing the Bruno
Mars lyrics, and no one jumped down my throat for doing so; I have
kind friends who tend to be gentle with my heart because they know
I wear it on my sleeve.
But there were comments questioning what I found so racy. After
all, there was no wardrobe malfunction or hyper-sexualized woman
dancing around on stage. I suppose I should count my blessings or
just turn off the TV altogether, which is normally how we do life
Because I know.
I know I seem crazy. I know I seem out of touch. I know I seem
I'm not any of those things really, and those who know me even
moderately well can attest.
It's just that I think intimacy is a beautiful gift from a God
who knows how to give really good gifts, a sacred coming together
that symbolizes the unity of two flesh-and-blood bodies with hearts
I just have this crazy notion that intimacy should be remain
that -- lovely and intimate, together and intertwined, not
over-emphasized and entertaining.
It's just that I think the beautiful should be celebrated in
meaningful ways instead of a parade on stage or through unrealistic
song lyrics that don't even skim the surface of the depths to which
they vaguely allude.
Some will call me stuffy. Some will call me unreasonable. And
I'm sure there's more.
I'm just a dreamer who longs for my sons' hearts to know the
real beauty of intimacy. I'm just a woman who knows how damaging an
unrealistic view of intimacy can be on the heart and in
relationships. I'm just a soul who knows both sides of the coin and
who longs for the one that brings about life and fullness to be the
predominate availing thought.
So while their ears are small and their minds are still on
child's play, I'll keep shielding them from the casual references
of sex so as to not dull their senses to the beauty.
I'll keep muting the lyrics I find so inadequate.
And I'll keep dreaming until they're mature enough and until
their minds and hearts are ready to grasp the depth of the beauty
for which they were created enjoy, that the intimate and lovely
should be celebrated with gratitude and in fullness instead of
paraded around carelessly through song and dance.
A journalist by nature and profession, Hyacynth has been on special assignment from the great editor and chief covering the foreign land of motherhood alongside her brave husband for six years.
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