I used to watch Newlyweds. I did. I loved it. I also love that it has a Wikipedia page as well to tag when writing about Newlyweds.
Nick and Jessica will forever be in my heart. Not in one another’s. But mine, yes.
I saw a clip years later of Nick and his brother Drew singing at their grandmother’s wedding (or something like that). For those who weren’t in the coolest of cool groups in the 90s, one of 98 Degrees’ biggest hits was I Do, Cherish You. It was a mixed CD staple.
It was also a redo of a country song, which may be the only boy band hit to boast such a genesis. Regardless, Nick Lachey probably sang that song 1,000 times, scientifically speaking.
So there Nick and Drew are, at granny’s wedding (or something like that), rehearsing for the walk down the aisle. And Nick doesn’t remember the words! Oh, Nick, you’re so crazy, forgetting the words to the song you sang for 10 years.
It’s comical how something so familiar can feel so foreign at times.
I have a great friend who is a great singer of great songs he’s written. He used to forget words to his own songs. It was always awkward.
My son loves to sing. In the shower. Doing chores. In the car. Doing chores in the shower before getting in the car. Singing is his favorite. Christmas is also his favorite, which means Christmas songs are his favorite favorite.
A few weeks ago he boldly belted out O Come, Let Us Adore Him. He knew the melody. He knew when to go up and down and when to get softer and louder. That he didn’t know the correct words seemed a non-factor to his ill-formed frontal cortex. As far as he was concerned, he was nailing it.
Ready for what any of that goobly gop has to do with our adult lives?
I can’t help but feel that there are days upon days when it seems I know the tune…maybe I’ve even sung it perfectly before. Marriage, parenting, friendship, conflict, work, finances. We have lots of songs to sing.
We know the crescendos and tempo changes, but doggonit, sometimes I can’t remember the blasted words!!
I know what marriage is supposed to sound like and how that relationship is intended to flow and how my job harmonizes with it all. But I’m singing and just. can’t. remember. the. next. ___________.
Those moments are going to happen. I’ve appreciated when artists have just owned it right there in the moment and didn’t pretend like they were perfect. They laughed at themselves and made everyone feel free to laugh as well.
At 36, I’m learning to own my lyrical amnesia. I’ve been owning it a lot lately.
- Sorry, children…it’s not you, it’s me.
- Sorry, babe…it’s the kids, not you. Okay, no, that’s me too.
- Sorry, teacher at school…that was my fault.
- Sorry, person struggling to figure out the merge lane…it really is you and you’re the only one who doesn’t know it so I’m not owning that one.
What do we do in those frightful moments when the music’s playing, but the lyrics just aren’t there?
I think we keep singing. Keep belting it out like we know what we’re doing. And when it’s clear–even if only to ourselves–that we’ve forgotten the lyrics, we own it. Name it. Laugh or ask forgiveness or confess or whatever the moment requires.
And if you’re wondering
I do, cherish you
For the rest of my life
You don’t have to think twice
I will, love you still, from the depths of my soul
Love, Nick and Patrick (we do share a birthday, so that counts)