Like most pre-teen girls across the nation, my girls are obsessed with the Sony Pictures remake of “Annie” right now. A fine and creatively updated production, by the way. (Yes, they’ve seen the original and like the new one better; next is the stage version — we’ll see what they think of the real thing).
The girls love all the songs, but of course my 1980’s childhood is back in full swing with their obsession with “Tomorrow.” Probably five million girls will sing “Tomorrow” for talent shows around the country this year, or sing along with the soundtrack in their rooms bouncing on their bed the next few months. (I’m more of a “Maybe” and “I Don’t Need Anything But You” gal, now, myself).
But of course, “Tomorrow” has quite a different meaning for an adult than it does for a kid. It doesn’t always mean a new hope — it more often means we have to finally deal with all the stuff we’ve put off. The stack of unopened mail, the bills waiting to be paid, the dirty dishes, or unwashed/unfolded laundry.