Every year on Luke’s birthday playlist, there are the usual suspects: the rockers, the dance numbers, the hand clappers. But there’s always one that’s my personal favorite — something quiet that hits me like no others. I remember where I was when I first heard this song: headed up Walker Avenue last summer, on a long run. I had to stop, take a listen and make note. This capsulizes this moment in parenthood for me. “But you are your mother’s child / She’ll keep you for a while / But someday you’ll be grown, then you’ll be on your own.”
Wow. You’re four. And I already dread you leaving home.