I have a confession: I am a closet sentimentalist. I was driving in the car with my daughter (who is probably a better writer than I am and a music-lover like her dad) this morning, and I played a song by Marc Cohn. I had a tape with this about ten years ago (maybe 20!) but just downloaded the album again. There was one song on it which nearly brought me to tears, and so I will show my sentimentality and share it with you. It was especially poignant with my daughter in the car. Have a happy Friday, and all of you parents out there can shed a tear in private.
Don't know much about you Don't know who you are We've been doing fine without you But, we could only go so far Don't know why you chose us Were you watching from above Is there someone there that knows us Said we'd give you all our love
Will you laugh just like your mother Will you sigh like your old man Will some things skip a generation Like I've heard they often can Are you a poet or a dancer A devil or a clown Or a strange new combination of The things we've handed down
I wonder who you'll look like Will your hair fall down and curl Will you be a mama's boy Or daddy's little girl Will you be a sad reminder Of what's been lost along the way Maybe you can help me find her In the things you do and say
And these things that we have given you They are not so easily found But you can thank us later For the things we've handed down
You may not always be so grateful For the way that you were made Some feature of your father's That you'd gladly sell or trade And one day you may look at us And say that you were cursed But over time that line has been Extremely well rehearsed By our fathers, and their fathers In some old and distant town From places no one here remembers Come the things we've handed down