I have gobs and gobs of catching up to do, both in posting and reading all y'all's posts. Sorry for the hiatus, but an unexpected funeral (I guess they all are, aren't they?) in Southern Idaho followed by moving into our brand new (to us...it's actually 45 years old) house does that to a nine month pregnant girl, doesn't it? In the meantime, however, here's some random thoughts to keep you company.
So, I was driving home from errands today and The Gambler by Kenny Rogers came on the radio (first off, how random is that? You just don't hear old country songs like that anymore). Immediately, I thought of my dad. Throughout my childhood, and even now, my dad will repeat The Gambler's lyrics like a poem just for the heck of it. It's funny...one wouldn't think that children would be enamored with lyrics about a hard-living, smoking, whiskey-drinking old gambler, but we always were. Today, when the song came on, I told Ezra (one of my dad's particularly faithful followers) about how Grandad loves this song and watched him as he tried to follow the grown-up lyrics with his little boy look of deep concentration. There was something very Full Circle about it, if you know what I mean. I love the little moments like that one...the moments where you realize that being a parent is teaching your child to love something you love, something that someone you love loves too. Cliche as it may sound, it just makes everything so worth it.
4 comments:
I love this song too! :)
And moving while being full term pregnant? Wowzers! If I were there I'd come over and help you and make you brownies. Hope you get settled quickly, or not, if you'd rather have that...I know I did!
I couldn't move right now. No way, no how. You're super woman. And I know exactly what you are saying. I love those moments when I get to share something my grandma loved or my dad. It's special. Hopefully those are the things that get carried on.
That is one of the greatest classic country songs ever. Way to pass the torch!
The key to that song is in the lyrics of the chorus. Keep doing the best you can, keep intouch with your promptings and act accordingly until your time at the table of life is done. There will be plenty of time to count or check the oil level in your lamp then.
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