Posted on 11/12/2025 8:22:44 AM PST by Red Badger
If you haven't heard Kelsea Ballerini's new song "I Sit in Parks," you should. 👇
VIDEO AT LINK............
The song opens with her taking in an ordinary family scene: the picnic, the sunscreen, the chaos of children. And it breaks her heart. The young mom she observes is the same age, living in the same world, from the same generation. But, as she writes in the song, the two of them are living wildly different Saturdays. She built a career, chased her dream, "did the tour," got everything she wanted … and now sits wondering if she "missed the mark."
That phrase is painfully familiar to many of us, because it strikes at the question that has haunted every human heart since Eden:
What if the thing I poured my life into wasn't the thing my soul was actually made for? Ballerini's second verse sharpens the scene. She imagines a nursery and motherhood before delivering the most powerful line of the song, wondering if the mom on the blanket envies her freedom the same way she envies that woman's family. Each imagines the other is winning.
Meanwhile Rolling Stone assures her she's "on the right road," meaning the road of worldly success and accolades. So she refills her anti-depressant Lexapro and tries to steady the ache. Before the music drops out, she sings: "Tarryn's due in June. The album's due in March."
One life is growing. One project is looming. The first is eternal. The second is painfully temporary.
Ballerini feels the contrast.
What I appreciated more than anything was that Ballerini never framed this as a political argument, a moral crusade, or a sermon. She just admits the truth modern culture works overtime to silence: the truth that every human soul longs to make an impact that outlasts its own breath.
We all want to matter.
But sooner or later, everyone has to face the realization that most of what we spend our life chasing evaporates. Applause dies. Fame fades. Careers turn over. Algorithms forget you existed. But the eternal impact we make on people lasts, and that's especially true for the people living under our own roof.
This is why the longing for children in this song doesn't surprise me. It's not weakness. It's design. Creating life, shaping a soul, raising a human being to know the God who made them - that is the most impactful act a person can perform. That is legacy. That is discipleship in its rawest form.
Yet we live in a culture that conditions young women to suppress that instinct, and treat motherhood as a threat to freedom. We raise them to believe they'll miss out if they choose the very thing their soul is often aching for.
But here's the quiet, subversive truth: You can't deconstruct the design written into your own soul.
You can outrun it, medicate it, redefine it, mock it, and spin it into a brand. But eventually it finds you on a park bench, sunglasses on, vape in hand, watching a toddler laugh on a swing and wondering why your heart suddenly feels a heavy burden.
The pain is there because the design is there ... and the design is there because the Maker is.
Grass is always greener...
You make up your mind,
you choose the chance you take.
You ride to where the highway ends
and the desert breaks.
I did that once.
On my motorcycle.
Damn near killed me.........
Good stuff, there are hundreds of YouTube videos about women hitting “the wall “ their themes are all very similar.
A lot of people choose themselves over what God designed for them. In the end, are they happy that they have no family?
I don’t really understand this. It makes it sound like if you have children, they will be forever five years old, bringing you dandelion bouquets. I mean, go ahead, have kids... but they’re going to grow up, and if you don’t have a job, you’ll soon be alone in the park again while your husband’s at work.
BFL
And playing with the grandkids.
“You make up your mind,
you choose the chance you take.
You ride to where the highway ends
and the desert breaks.”
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Hey, you’re not allowed to quote him here! After all, everything he’s done sucks, and he can’t sing worth a damn!
/s
And at the end where the greywater flows.
You can always pay people to pretend they care for you.
“I sit in parks, it breaks my heart, ‘cause I see
Just how far I am from the things that I want
Dad brought the picnic, Mom brought the sunscreen
Two kids are laughing and crying on red swings
We look about the same age
But we don’t have the same Saturdays
Did I miss it? By now, is it
A lucid dream? Is it my fault
For chasing things a body clock
Doesn’t wait for? I did the damn tour
It’s what I wanted, what I got
I spun around and then I stopped
And wonder if I missed the mark
So, I sit in parks, sunglasses dark, and I
Hit the vape, hallucinate a nursery with Noah’s Ark
They lay on a blanket, and God damn it, he loves her
I wonder if she wants my freedom, like I wanna be a mother
But Rolling Stones says I’m on the right road
So I refill my Lexapro, thinking
Did I miss it? By now, is it
A lucid dream? Is it my fault
For chasing things a body clock
Doesn’t wait for? I did the damn tour
It’s what I wanted, what I got
I spun around and then I stopped
And wonder if I missed the mark
So, I sit in parks checking benchmarks
Tarryn’s due in June, the album’s due in March”
There is a woman who works with my wife, she lives in the house her mother left her when she died. She has never married, no kids. She doesn’t seem to want them. I sometimes feel sorry for her, but she has made her decisions.
At least she has her vape.
As the old adage goes; you reap what you sow.
I thought she was very left-leaning?
ugh if only that were true! If I could do my life over, knowing what I know now, I would NEVER have ad children, it is the single most disappointing, frustrating, heart-rending thing that has ever happened to w.
I didnt have kids until I was 40. I was resigned to not ever having them. I had been married to my HS sweetheart but we always had stuff going on…. Work, socially and travel… little selfish .Then you get to time when its now or never. And let me tell you- best decisions ever. This girl is young… a long way to go in life. Life is written in chapters. Lots of time for her to write those chapters … Ive found when one door closes another opens.
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