Something that caught my attention this week was the funeral of Bobbi Kristina Brown. I remember when Whitney Houston died and feeling incredible shock. She was one of my real icons as I was growing up, because at the end of the day who wouldn’t want her voice, her looks – she was just very cool.
I then remember seeing her on X Factor a few years ago, her voice a little more shaky, and for anyone who watched it – can you remember her dress strap coming undone, but she still handled that professionally. She still had ‘it’.
So how does somebody who had the whole world at her feet, end up dead at 48 and her daughter gone at 22. Although not truly known, it’s very sad to think about the ripple effect of Whitney’s (and Bobby Brown’s) patterns of behavior, and her subsequent death, have had.
It’s really made me think, as a mother, about some of the life choices I’ve made, and the potential impact to my kids. OK, so my dramas didn’t unfold in the public eye, but sometimes things like that happen that make me think about the legacy that I leave my kids, in a good way and a bad way! Do we as parents consider the life choices that we make, and the impact that our choices have years after the event.
I’m sorry if this weeks blog seems a bit downbeat but to (quite literally) finish on a high note, it also reminded me of a recent drive in the car, when my children delved into my extensive 80’s collection of music and the three of us were singing along to ‘I will always love you’. It was priceless. In that moment we were all Whitney! It was brilliant and, in our dreams, we all hit the high note at the end!