“Little Boy Blue and The Man on the Moon”- September 12,2013

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You all have heard me lately whining that I’m so busy and life never stops, blah, blah,  blah. I’m sick of writing it, so surely you’re sick of reading it.  I was starting to feel very guilty about the limited time I was getting with my daughter in recent weeks. I’ve had some after-hours commitments and a lot on my plate.

I got all weepy in the car the other day as Darius Rucker belted out lines about how “it won’t be like this for long…” At least we have that song now to hammer home parental guilt. I think we can all agree that Harry Chapin’s 1974 “Cat’s in the Cradle” is the most ridiculously melodramatic piece of folk rock to hit the airwaves, ever. That is not a statement to rebel against my parents’ music by running away from Cat Stevens’ Peace Train, it’s just true.

One night recently I was leaving an event about 20 minutes before Charlotte’s bedtime. I called Greyson to ask him to keep her up so I could see her and put her to bed. He said, “No, she doesn’t want to see you! She’s in the corner rocking back and forth, crying and singing ‘Cat’s in the Cradle’.”

I almost had to pull over I was laughing so hard. He kept on by singing “When you comin’ home mom? I don’t know when. We’ll get together then.”

I think it took that joke to make me come to my senses and realize I am indeed a pretty awesome mom who need not feel guilty when country or folk singers lay it on thick.

“My child arrived just the other day
He came to the world in the usual way
But there were planes to catch and there were bills to pay
He learned to walk while I was away”


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