Monday, March 19, 2012
and the Silver Spoon
Little Boy Blue and the man in the moon...
When you coming home, Mom?
I don't know when...
But we'll get together then, Son...
You know we'll have a good time then.
With apologies to Harry Chapin for the paraphrase. His song always made me cry. Even when I was a young single. I was there when he sang it live in Omaha back in 1971, was it? After he passed away... it took on an even more poignant note.
When my son was young, I was the one who got on airplanes and went off to work. His dad stayed home with him while I worked in other cities and in one case, even another country. He would come to the airport and we would bond and spend quality time when I came home for a weekend or during one of the times I didn't need to travel.
A couple of times we moved to follow the career. When in a joking frame of mind, he will describe his childhood as "an Information Technology brat"... because the experience was kind of similar to being a military child.
As in the later verse of the song, now he's the one going away, and I'm the one waiting at home, with a much more stable job situtation (I made this change to provide stability for him)... and he's following the pattern: the mission, the mission, the mission.
Songs ring true because songs ring true. Me? I'll be fine. When I was off working, he kept going to school, playing sports, and living a life. While he is off, I'll do the same... work the job, work on the fitness, and live a life.
Life goes on. And is good. Spark on!