When my children were very young, I was known to take the child from its mother after she had fed it from her breast, and take the child downstairs where I would rock it to sleep and sometimes sing songs to it. I distinctly recall my son asking me to sing "the train wreck song" which was Doc Watson's rendition of "The Wreck of 1262" and I would sing it gently as I rocked him and I don't think he ever lasted through the last verse that ends with "And we can never tell when He'll call."
But as they got older and I had to leave the house to go to work, I missed a huge portion of their young lives of which I will never be a part. Their mother was there all the time. She lived with the ups and the downs. Sometimes I heard about it and sometimes I was actually paying attention but mostly I was decompressing the events of the day at work. Moms do so much more than Dads can even hope to be able to do.
When my children were very young, I was known to take the child from its mother after she had fed it from her breast, and take the child downstairs where I would rock it to sleep and sometimes sing songs to it. I distinctly recall my son asking me to sing "the train wreck song" which was Doc Watson's rendition of "The Wreck of 1262" and I would sing it gently as I rocked him and I don't think he ever lasted through the last verse that ends with "And we can never tell when He'll call."
But as they got older and I had to leave the house to go to work, I missed a huge portion of their young lives of which I will never be a part. Their mother was there all the time. She lived with the ups and the downs. Sometimes I heard about it and sometimes I was actually paying attention but mostly I was decompressing the events of the day at work. Moms do so much more than Dads can even hope to be able to do.
So beautifully said.