learning to respect Creed, or my fall from coolness

Friday was a great day:  good ultrasound appointment, went to see a chick flick, half-day of work, sunny skies.  Nothing on the horizon as mildly unpleasant all day long.  Until Karen mentioned that there was likely a Creed song to sum up how we felt. 

Susan:  what are you talking about?
Karen:  the Creed song, about having a baby
S: there's no such song.  They're a Christian rock band, I don't remember any songs about babies.
K: google their most popular song's lyrics.

(pause)

**tearing up.

(pause)

K: read them out loud

If I had just one wish
Only one demand
I hope he's not like me
(sob)
I hope he understands
That he can take this life
And hold it by the hand
(sniff)
And he can greet the world
With arms wide open...

And I'd like to pretend I'm oh-so-cool, but even as I copy and paste these cheeseball lyrics, tears are streaming down my face.  I have heard this song a hundred times, and never realized it was about babies.  And now, suddenly, I am not cool.