As I get bogged down with work, and I don’t want to bother my busy children, every once in awhile the haunting lyrics of Harry Chapin’s mournful ballad looms in my ears. But, not today! When I pulled into the garage I heard voices? I peered out into the backyard, and I saw my two cute boys. My husband is so endearing when he is being a fun-loving-dad, and likewise my son is, and always will be, adorable.
Although he works close to our home, my son’s 45 minute daily commute doesn’t always facilitate frequent visits after a long day of work. With the rationale, the traffic is better earlier, we don’t usually see him during the week. Today was a pleasant exception!
With the weather being so nice, my husband asked if my son wanted to come throw the ball around. Unable to fight the beckoning of youth, sports, the great outdoors or his dad, my son made time to come play before he headed home. This small vignette warmed my heart and helped me discount the fears of being a parent like the one in the song.
And now, when the chorus of the song emerges in my mind, the vision of my two cute boys will make it fade.
“…and the cat’s in the cradle and the silver spoon, little boy blue and the man in the moon; when you coming home son? I don’t know when, but we'll get together then Dad; you know we'll have a good time then,”
Rest in peace Harry Chapin!