Anyone can listen to it?

My oldest granddaughter’s name is Elle. The song Elle in Regretting was inspired by my experience holding her when she was a newborn.

When Elle was 5 or 6, I told her I’d written a song about her and played it for her. She listened for a moment and said, “Where am I?”

Elle is 9 now. A few weeks ago, Elle and I were together in my car, and I asked her if she’d like to hear the song. She said okay. I turned it on.

“This is about me?”

Yes.

“And it’s on Spotify?”

Yes.

Anyone can hear it?

Yes.

Oh!

And she got this look on her face. It was a look of wonder. She got it, and, for a split second, thought it was really cool.

Not so cool that she continued to think about it. Or told her mom about it. She hasn’t asked if she can hear that or any other song again.

Still, at some point, she’ll remember a song about her is out in the world. And anyone can hear it. And she’ll listen to it. And then, perhaps, probably, all the others.