My Son when he was very small, maybe two years old,
was a huge country music fan. Mostly I
am sure due to the fact his Mother was one in the same. His favorite song was Neon Moon. I have the most vivid memory of him in a Spiderman
outfit holding his guitar and singing every word of this song at the top of his
lungs. It didn’t matter where he was or
what was going on if the song came on you were about to be entertained. He loved this song. He would strum his guitar with such
passion. He would sing with such
emotion. Throwing his heads back I truly
will never forget it.
This morning as I started out I didn’t get very far
when I was taken straight back to that little bitty living room in the same
house I grew up in watching my Dad play his bass. Remembering all the good times we had. Then I was rushed forward to the times that
were some of the toughest of my life a young son and a wife no money. Trying to make the ends meet as best I could. Then watching that little boy singing not
knowing how tough it was, him just singing his heart out the joy in his voice
seemed to take all of the worry away. As
I reflect now it seems he was what kind of got me through those times. I have no idea what happened or when it
happened that his role in my life or the way I look at him changed, but it
did.
It was so nice to walk today the wonderful breeze blowing as I walked, in my mind watching that little boy in that Spiderman outfit singing his heart out brought a tear of joy to my eyes I would be lying if I said anything different. It’s funny how the most simply things, the smell of a pie, the sound of a song, can bring you to a time of your life that defined you. We have made it out. Him working and finally understanding that even if he is the smartest person on the planet he still needs people skills to survive. Me living a dream, walking through paradise listening to the music of my life. How Blessed am I?
It was so nice to walk today the wonderful breeze blowing as I walked, in my mind watching that little boy in that Spiderman outfit singing his heart out brought a tear of joy to my eyes I would be lying if I said anything different. It’s funny how the most simply things, the smell of a pie, the sound of a song, can bring you to a time of your life that defined you. We have made it out. Him working and finally understanding that even if he is the smartest person on the planet he still needs people skills to survive. Me living a dream, walking through paradise listening to the music of my life. How Blessed am I?
Peace,
The Blessed Man
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