I don’t know when this song started to annoy my daughter (who is 34 now), but it might have started when I said something like, “Wow. That’s a pretty powerful message” while we were watching “Hannah Montana: The Movie.” If memory serves, I think they showed her writing these lyrics while she was flying in a jet with her dad to somewhere. In the movie, not real life.
Anyway, when my daughter was planning her wedding and she was living in Houston and asked me if I would drive out to the venue — a place where they also raised monarch butterflies, really cool — and put the deposit down so they wouldn’t lose it for their weekend.
“Sure,” I said, and called her when I got lost in the back roads of Miami County, Ohio and needed some talking through. I didn’t have a TomTom and forgot my maps and needed talking through.
Right as I was pulling up to the gate of the venue, “The Climb” came on the radio so I did what any good dad would do; I cranked that up and made her listen to me sing the song at the top of my lungs!
After that, she maybe believed just a little bit that “The Climb” appeared when we each needed some affirmation that we were on the right road, right where we were supposed to be. At least that is how I spin it.
She gives me that little latitude, even though we both know down deep, it’s really just mostly bullshit.
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