Cradle

The thought I have on the word cradle is the Harry Chapin song entitled “Cats in the Cradle,” from the seventies. That song has so much truth to it. When you are a kid, it seems your Pa' is never doing things with you, is never at your ball games, is never there to take you fishing, is never there at your important events.

Your Dad is the reason you have a roof over your head, food on the table, and clothes on your back, and he is busy earning the money that makes those things happen. If he is lucky enough to make his living where he gets to spend the night where you are, you are mighty fortunate. There are many, many Dads who cannot. The song tells of the Dad making excuses as to why he can't play with his boy right now.

Then the boy grows up, has his own son in the cradle, is busy working to provide for his family. And has no time for his Dad. It is all kind of sad, but it is a story that plays out countless times. I guess it is just the way life is. Maybe it is even the way life is supposed to be.

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