My husband and I were watching the lighting of the Rockefeller Tree the other night. Reba McEntire was hosting and my husband said something that kind of made fun of her music. I don’t remember what he said but it prompted me to explain to him that her songs are not sweet, innocent country songs. I then proceeded to give him a summary of her song “Fancy”. You know, the one about the girl whose mom turned her out just so she could get out of poverty and survive? That’s a pretty classic Reba song.
I was out running errands yesterday and that song came up on my “Random Awesomeness” playlist. It’s also on my “90s Country Favorites” playlist. I shouldn’t have been listening to either playlist. It’s December and my Christmas playlist is the one I should have going this entire month. But I’m really just not feeling Christmas yet. In fact, I had the all-Christmas radio station on in the car for a while and then turned it off. It was rubbing me the wrong way for some reason. That’s when I put on my random playlist and Reba came up.
It really is a good song. And the line that really struck me was this one:
“I might’ve been born just plain white trash but Fancy was my name”. With that line at the crescendo of the song, she embraced who she was and became proud of herself. She accepted where she was in life and went on with her head held high. She knew there were flaws in what her mom did by turning her out, but that made her into who she is, whether right or wrong.
I think we should all have a moment like that in our lives. Acknowledge where we came from and what we’ve been through and hold our heads high for who it turned us into.
A similar song about my life might have a similar line that says: “I might’ve had a life of trauma but Sarah was my name”. I don’t know, something like that. I am who I am because of what I’ve been through and how I’ve healed from it. Now that’s fancy.
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