I had a second to slow down today after a really stressful day yesterday at The Big School. Ughh. Just not enough of me to go around.
The other night I was waiting for M to finish up cheerleading ( ya she’s a cheerleader in Texas – she’s quiting at the end of the year – it’s not her cup of tea ) and I had a brief thought. In about 3 years I won’t see my daughter every morning on my ride in to work.
Why, well, you need some background. You see little a and I take off every morning for her school ( I refuse to call it day care ) around 6:30 AM. We’ve been doing this for about a year. She’s 2. When she turns 5 she’ll get to go to “school with mommy”. Since A is a kindergarten teacher, all the kids go to her school so A can be close. It also helps logistically moving young children around.
That car ride together that lasts for only 20-30 minutes makes a big difference in our relationship – the one between me, whom she affectinately calls “Maudy” short for “My Daddy” and little a whom I call “Pumpkin”. And I get the most formative years, 1-5. Little a and I sing and play games. We look for school buses and motorcycles and advertising balloons on top of buildings. We learn to count by singing and counting pieces of Cookie Crisp Cereal and on Friday’s we get donuts – a long standing family tradition. She prays ( she sings the first part of “Still Listening” By Stephen Curtis Chapman )
To The Tune Of Frere Jacque
God our Father
God our Father
Once Again
Once Again
We Bow Our Heads And Thank You
Bow Our Heads And Thank You
A-Amen
It touches your heart. Touches places where you know the world is right for only a few years and sometimes only a few minutes. It makes the stress and anxiety go far far away.
In a journal of thoughts I keep for little a I have a short poem I want her to have if our time is somehow cut short. I don’t like posting poems – it’s just not me, but I hope you enjoy this one. It’s from a car add of all things. I wish I could look at my time with everyone like I look at my time with little a – like a precious jewel or a spectacular sunset. They come and go only once but very rare and precious. She’s only 2 once in life and I want to drink it in like good wine. Getting drunk until I’m senseless with happiness.
“Nobody Knows It But Me”
(‘Chevrolet Tahoe – ‘Poem’ Campaign 2002)
There’s a place that I travel
When I want to roam,
And nobody knows it but me
The roads don’t go there
And the signs stay home
And nobody knows it but me
It’s far far away
And way way afar
It’s over the moon and the sea
And wherever you’re going
That’s wherever you are
And nobody knows it but me
The Poem read by James Garner:
Written by Patrick O’Leary – author at GM’s advertising agency