Row, row, row your boat,
Gently down the stream.
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily,
Life is but a dream.
Gently down the stream.
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily,
Life is but a dream.
When I was a young child my father took me to school so I wouldn't have to ride the bus. We had our routine. He'd pre-heat the car in winter while I waited at the front door. I remember worrying about long division because it scared me. And so did subtraction involving carrying numbers. I remember dreaming out math problems as I slept and, wet the bed. I was a bed wetter until I was 12.
The car was usually warm when I climbed in and Dad sang to me all the way to school - "I've been working on the railroad, Oh, Susanna!, She'll be coming around the mountain..." and on it goes. I sang along with him.
It is my favorite memory of him as a child, our singing routine.
Many times Dad sang "when the bough breaks, the cradle will fall...." and when asked why the baby fell my dad my dad laughed and said "it's just a song, I don't know why". I still remember many of the lyrics (without having to google, oooo, Yankee Doodle!)
Many times Dad sang "when the bough breaks, the cradle will fall...." and when asked why the baby fell my dad my dad laughed and said "it's just a song, I don't know why". I still remember many of the lyrics (without having to google, oooo, Yankee Doodle!)
Dad was wrong about them being "just songs". Behind many of these songs is a hidden message. The "bough breaks, cradle will fall" made me aware as a very song kid that even children (and babies) die. The song still haunts me as my Dad sang it often. Often means 2-3 times a week, multiplied by however many months/years he took me to school. It was easier for me to catch the bus home from school than it was at the bus stop. Bus stops are hell for those who don't belong.
We are rowing the boat very gently down the stream to get a house. Found one we loved last night and two to look at tomorrow. Then we attack with gentleness and honesty. We are ready, we are hopeful.
I miss everyone that's gone but Nicole's absence is hard for me to accept.
Life is but a dream.
11 comments:
The story about your dad made me get teary. What a beautiful memory. I hope you find the right house soon.
I am telling the spirits who are concerned to help you get that house! Ha. The universe is listening and will respond to your need!
I feel bad about the reasons you found it hard to take a bus. Disability sometimes causes rejection. So then it feels like life has been cruel all the way around. But I find you to be a great person with a rare mix of qualities I admire.
The memories that catch in our minds, and stay forever...
I read somewhere our childhoods get clearer and sharper as we get older. Huh?? Doesn't make sense, but I'm finding it true for myself as well.
I'm sorry you cannot make new memories with Nicole. I cannot imagine how much it hurts.
I think that sometimes trying to fill the void of a loved one's absence just uderscores its presence. ~Mary
Great you have those memories of your dad.
Hope the house works out.
Everything is crossed for you. So much.
Praying and sending good thoughts your way. Look at it this way...you're due to get a break.
Hugs and kisses -
Sherry
My Mom raised me singing "Que Sera" and channeling Doris Day as she did it...
... that was the thing about the songs and stories for children... the subliminal messages were intentional... but that is conspiracy mumbling for my blog..!
... I still sing "Que Sera" and I am immediately transported back into my Mother's bed, with me, Jan, and my darling brother snuggled up against each other ... good memories... even though your Dad sang a song that if it took place today may qualify as infanticide, you know he meant well...
...this story reminds me of what I have missed out on... when KT comes this summer I am going to ask her if she remembers how when she would come see me and would crawl into wherever I was sleeping and lay there with me..? I know that I do..!
...oh, I am SO confident that you will get the house that is right for you that I don't want to talk much about it..!
...Nicole... I would ask people to give their Mom a hug for me as a way of 'hugging' my own Mom... I will make sure to squeeze KT for you... and hope that you can feel Nicole's embrace being channeled to you...
With your new method in hand, I am sure one of these houses will be yours.
Memories are a funny thing - I'll save that for a blog post.
Mark, most definately make memories with KT. You can never show her too much love.
Thank you for all your confidence that we'll get this house. I really hope so - I like the owners and their attitudes - and the house is too perfect for us...
If all goes well (nothing is certain until approval is given and the lease is signed) we'll be moving MONDAY. =)
I remember my dad taking me to school when the weather was really cold. It was nice to remember that time that we spent. No songs but just him being there and dropping me off at school.
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