The Cat's in the Cradle and the Silver Spoon

I was allowed to see my children on my daughter’s birthday. My son Camden enthusiastically told me about his day and couldn’t stop telling me events that were exciting to him. As happy as I was for him and with my heartfelt need to encourage him, I was also being diverted to a playful little imp in the form of my youngest son and the need to give my daughter her birthday hug.

Once the children had settled down from the effects of seeing me, Camden resumed telling me the rest of his day.
When he finished, he said “maybe when we get done here, I can go ride in your truck?” He held his face up to me as if he was waiting for a long-anticipated present.
Without thinking, I responded with “Baby, you’re gonna have to ask your mommy about that”.
As soon as I said the first couple of words in that sentence, his face told me of the disappointment I once again thrust at him to douse his fire of happiness. Once again I began to mentally kick my own tail for not thinking first before speaking.

Of course, I would have given anything to accommodate his request. But I couldn’t very well have told him “Yes son, let’s go for a drive, but mommy will have the police chasing after us and will have me put in jail. But it’s gonna be okay because all I care about is that you and I spend every precious moment God gave us together.”

I don’t think I like this song anymore:

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."