Look At Me

When I was pregnant with Peace, I would listen to this song (Look at Me by Sum 41) over and over and over and over and over and over and over...


And then I had it playing during her birth over and over and over and over and over (until I got sick of listening to it and shut it off completely. Read entire birth story here.)

The lyrics:

Look at me
Whom I supposed to be and what do I believe?
Can you tell me, since you’ve made up your mind and know what you believe
And I just don’t know
I just don’t know
Who I’m supposed to be

Look at me
Am I the image of your hopes and tragedies?
Just look at me
Will I ever be more than just a memory?

And it's literally just occurred to me today that those lyrics weren't meant for her.

That song was meant for me.

I finally understand why I was listening to it so much, because that is totally what I was going through at that time.

Pretty trippy, right?

I'm trippy like that.