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Every Single Time…

We drove up to Kansas City and back this weekend.  Long car rides with us involve searching the radio for good music and eye rolling from the teen.  Although, I take solace in the fact that she does think most of what I like is cool. I do like a bit of country as well though.

 

Me: “Ooh- I like this song…” turns up radio… And singing along…

Little boy, 6 years old
A little too used to bein’ alone.
Another new mom and dad,another school,
Another house that’ll never be home.
When people ask him how he likes this place…
He looks up and says, with a smile upon his face,

“This is my temporary home
It’s not where I belong.
Windows and rooms that I’m passin’ through.
This is just a stop, on the way to where I’m going.
I’m not afraid because I know this is my
Temporary Home.”

Me: “Oh man. That makes me want to be a foster mama!”

Hannah: “You say that every time this song comes on.”

Me: “Well I do. Shh. I like this song!” back to singing along...

Young mom on her own.
She needs a little help, got nowhere to go.
She’s lookin’ for a job, lookin’ for a way out,
Because a half-way house will never be a home.
At night she whispers to her baby girl,
“Someday we’ll find our place here in this world.”

“This is our temporary home.
It’s not where we belong.
Windows and rooms that we’re passin’ through.
This is just a stop, on the way to where we’re going.
I’m not afraid because I know this is our
Temporary Home.”

Me: Sniffle. Sniffle. “Oh Hannah. That reminds me of when you were a baby. That is so us.”  Wipes away a tear.

Hannah: “Awww. You always say that too.”

Old man, hospital bed,
The room is filled with people he loves.
And he whispers don’t cry for me,
I’ll see you all someday.
He looks up and says, “I can see God’s face.”

“This is my temporary Home
It’s not where I belong.
Windows and rooms that I’m passin’ through.
This was just a stop,on the way to where I’m going.
I’m not afraid because I know… this was
My temporary home.”

Me: Crying. “And this part reminds me of my dad except he wasn’t old.” Crying some more…

Hannah: “Ok. Time for me to find a happier song.” starts pressing buttons.

Me: “I hate that song.”

Hannah:  “Mom, you say that every time.”

8 Responses to Every Single Time…

  1. I cried just reading those lyrics. But then, I have pms.
    It’s amazing how much you and Hannah look alike. Have you ever had a professional portrait taken of the both of you together?

  2. At least it sounds like you get along on most songs. Back when I was a teen, my dad and I fought like crazy over the radio. I was sick of hearing Elvis & old country music all the freaking time but dad absolutely HATED the R&R music of the 70’s. Us riding very far together was a challenge of monumental proportions.

  3. I cried so much listening to country music when my husband was deployed that my son forbade country music in the car b/c he said I was going to kill us. Its bad when an 8 year old has to take charge of the radio! (I love that song, too!)

  4. Hehe… when I got my driver’s license and could do my part of family-driving, the Boss (AKA my father) and I came up with a simple music solution – whoever drives gets to choose. He likes his German soft pop radio stuff, and I… well, I think he’s had to listen to his fair share of Rammstein, Meat Loaf and all kinds of weird stuff. ^^

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