Rain Drops Keep Falling on My Head
Sister squabbles and sibling rivalry often take up the better part of a life time, and this one song brings back a torrential flood of memories. My little sister was not quite three years younger than I and during those precocious teen years, a veritable thorn in my side. We shared a room.
We truly could not have been more different.
I liked to stay up late at night and listen to WSM Radio from Dallas and she preferred getting up early in the morning and listening to Tom Jones. Even in my wildest dreams I was NEVER a Tom-Tom girl. And hearing “Rain Drops Keep Falling on My Head” every morning, a minimum of 43.7 times with my sister dancing on top of the double bed where I tried to sleep (or later on her twin bed, while I slept on the other one) just didn’t do a thing for me. When dancing was replaced by the gyro-athletics of hool-a-hooping I was even less impressed.
And to say that I had the hool-a-hooping skill of a walrus would have been giving the walrus undo credit, which only served to make matters worse.
Ear plugs weren’t even half the solution. There had to be bigger waves of answers coming across sibling airwaves. I wanted more than earplugs to get me through those years of rivalry.
No matter what I attempted, my little sister’s job at that time was to one-up-me, drive me crazy, and irritate me beyond recognition. To admit at any point that I actually liked the song and believed whole heartedly in the principle it proclaimed would have been the demise of my personal integrity.
To find out more than thirty five years later that my sister felt somehow less than superior during those challenging years of sharing turf was a bit surprising on one hand, and on the other hand a startling realization that we’ve come a long ways since Tom Jones. This morning when Tom Jones belted out “Rain Drops Keep Falling on My Head” over the airwaves, I allowed a small grin of accomplished pride, I know now, I can listen and enjoy the song without any admissions screwing up my reputation.
No red eyes here boys, I’m a happy Girl!
So, what have you learned about sisterhood in the last thirty five years? Has it changed your life? Will it change your life?
Consider sibling rivalry for a moment and see if you can’t identify the need to be superior in one area or another of your life… Coolest Woman on the Planet works!
2 Responses to “Rain Drops Keep Falling on My Head”
August 31st, 2009 at 2:22 am
Jan, you need to get a few facts straight I was a tom Jones girl but he didn’t sing rain drops keep falling on my head it was BJ Thomas, not Tom Jones. I liked Tom Jones because we shared the name Jones. Sorry about being a pain in your arse but it was just so much fun when you were perfect in so many ways. Love you anyway Janeal
August 31st, 2009 at 2:50 am
Ha!!! Can’t believe I made that error! My sister finally read my post on here and called to let me know it wasn’t Tom Jones singing “Rain Drops Keep Falling on My Head” but rather B.J. Thomas. How funny… I used to really like B.J. LOL
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