I love my children. I enjoy any time I get to spend with either of them. Here at the house this evening, packing my bag for an overnight visit with my daughter, I found myself humming a song. It took me awhile to identify it: Another Ticket by Eric Clapton.
Why can’t it stay like this forever? Why does it always have to change?
Every time you think you’ve paid the price Seems you’ve always got to pay it twice Every time you think you’re near the end You turn around and find another ticket
These are the lyrics that go with the melody running around in my head. I’m not sad, resentful of change. I’m just thoughtful this evening. I wonder if my daughter will be able to spend the night with me at the hotel? I wonder if her behavior has been okay this week? I wonder….and I won’t have any answers until I get to the facility on Saturday. I’ve learned to be flexible.
Having looked up the lyrics, I remember that they came from the time of a different visit. They remind me of the time I went to pick up my friend at the airport for a class reunion, and found – surprise – another friend came to town and hoped to stay with me AT MY PARENTS’, without any advance notice. My parents were gracious about it; the stay was fine. I was a lot less flexible then.