Love is Spelt TIME

Love is Spelt TIME

Dads often forget how much they mean to their children, especally their sons, during the critical years from birth until their middle teens.

Sometimes dads seem to forget that , for a child, love is spelt T.I.M.E, and that dads need to make time for their children.

Maybe the importance of this can be best illustrated by the words of Henry Chaplin’s son, titled “Cats in the Cradle”.

My child arrived just the other day; he came into the world in the usual way, but there were planes to catch and bills to pay; he learned to walk while I was away. And he was talking before I knew it, and as he grew he’d say, ‘I’m gonna be like you dad, you know I’m gonna be like you’.

And the cat’s in the cradle and the silver spoon, little boy blue and the man in the moon. ‘When you coming home, dad?’       I don’t know when, but we’ll get together then, you know we’ll have a good time then.

My son turned ten just the other day; he said ‘thanks for the ball dad, come, let’s play. Can you teach me to throw?’  I said, not today, I got a lot to do.

He said, ‘thats okay’ and he walked away; but his smile never dimmed; it said ‘I’m gonna be like him’.

And the cat’s in the cradle and the silver spoon, little boy blue and the man in the moon. ‘When you coming home dad?’        I don’t know when, but we’ll get together then, you know we’ll have a good time then.

Well he came home from college just the other day; so much like a man I just had to say, Son, I’m proud of you, can you sit for a while?

He shook his head and said with a smile, ‘what I’d really like dad is to borrow the car keys; see you later, can I have them please?’

And the cat’s in the cradle and the silver spoon, little boy blue and the man in the moon. ‘When you coming home Son’          I don’t know when, but we’ll get together then, you know we’ll have a good time then.

I’ve long since retired, my son’s moved away; I called him up just the other day.  I said, I’d like to see you if you don’t mind.

He said, ‘I’d love to dad, if I can find the time.  You see my new jobs a hassle and the kids have the flu, but its been sure nice talking to you dad, its been sure nice talking to you.’

And as I hung up the phone it occured to me he’d grown up just like me, my boy was just like me

And the cat’s in the cradle and the silver spoon, little boy blue and the man in the moon. ‘When you coming home Son’  I don’t know when, but we’ll get together then Dad, you know we’ll have a good time then.

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