Since the world is falling apart all around us, I’ve decided to keep it light and write about The Beatles. And my kids. Two, or should I say, seven things that always make me feel better.

This is a proven fact.

When my eldest was old enough to talk but young enough to refrain from judgement, I got the worst haircut of my life.

That’s not hyperbole. It actually was the worst haircut of my entire life, and this is from someone who had a mullet with a tail (by choice) when I was 10.

I’d gone to a salon I’d never been to before. It was when asymmetrical bangs were in style. As I was explaining what I wanted, I could kinda tell she was high (and not “let’s eat an edible and be productive” way; more like, “let’s smoke a joint and turn into Jeff Spicoli way.”

I could tell she was high, but she couldn’t tell I had a cowlick. Because of this, instead of my bangs being asymmetrical, they stuck out of the side of my forehead at a 90 degree angle. I couldn’t even fake liking the haircut. I paid, left, pulled the hood over my head, and drove away crying all the way home. When I got inside I ran directly up the stairs (hood still on head) screaming, “DON”T LOOK AT ME, I’M A MONSTERRR!!!!!!” You might think I was being overly dramatic, but trust me, I wasn’t.

During those weeks of my life, the only, and mean ONLY thing that made me happy was my baby. My sweet, non-judgmental little baby who didn’t see me as a weird, ugly monster, but just as his mommy who he loved. I thought it was because he was barely 2 years old, but I’ve come to realize that it’s just him. He has constantly shown me that when he loves someone, he just loves them… no matter what. It’s really the most unconditional love I’ve ever seen. Well that’s not 100% true. He does have a touch of his mother’s vengeance and if you push him far enough, he’ll cut a bitch out of his life forever.

But back to the original intent of this blog.

When my other 2 babies came along and they all went to the same school, I made a playlist for the car ride that included 3 songs by The Beatles: Blackbird, Norwegian Wood & Ob-La-di, Ob-la-da. That was pretty much the extent of my love for The Beatles, but it opened the door a crack for my boys. In the years to come, they kicked in that door and devoured everything they could get their hands on, Luckily. I’ve still been along for the ride.

I recently told my youngest that I was going to listen to every single Beatles album so I could decide which is my favorite. He recommended the order but I forgot and listened to them like this:

The White Album

Rubber Soul

Revolver

Abbey Road

Sgt. Pepper’s

Let It Be

I didn’t listen to Magic Mystery Tour or all the early stuff yet but I think I can make a good determination from the above.

And the winner is 🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁

Let It Be.

Truly exquisite. Although I must say that Abbey Road is a close second.

I told my son that I can imagine putting Abbey Road on the record player for the first time back in 1969 and hearing Come Together. It had to be completely mind-blowing. He agreed. And Ringo’s drumming is always so unique and gorgeous, but on Abbey Road, it really shines.

So I will listen to The Beatles & my babies as the world literally and figuratively burns around us, and have hope for better days.

And as that beautiful soul, Paul McCartney, sings on the title track of Let It Be:

And when the broken hearted people living in the world agree
There will be an answer, let it be
For though they may be parted, there is still a chance that they will see
There will be an answer, let it be

♥️