{"id":1119,"date":"2021-10-25T07:48:46","date_gmt":"2021-10-25T11:48:46","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/js1cd06kre.onrocket.site\/?p=1119"},"modified":"2021-10-25T07:48:46","modified_gmt":"2021-10-25T11:48:46","slug":"well-get-together-then","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/glennsreflections.com\/index.php\/2021\/10\/25\/well-get-together-then\/","title":{"rendered":"We&#8217;ll Get Together Then"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large is-resized\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/glennsreflections.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/10\/HarryChapin-1024x730.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-1120\" width=\"399\" height=\"284\" srcset=\"https:\/\/glennsreflections.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/10\/HarryChapin-1024x730.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/glennsreflections.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/10\/HarryChapin-300x214.jpg 300w, https:\/\/glennsreflections.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/10\/HarryChapin-768x548.jpg 768w, https:\/\/glennsreflections.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/10\/HarryChapin-624x445.jpg 624w, https:\/\/glennsreflections.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/10\/HarryChapin.jpg 1280w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 399px) 100vw, 399px\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cFrankly, this song scares me to death.\u201d<br><br>That\u2019s what the late folk rocker Harry Chapin said about <em>Cat\u2019s in the Cradle <\/em>(1974), his only song that ever went to No. 1 on the charts.<br><br>The song tells a multi-generational story of a father who is too busy to spend time with his son, only to discover later in life that his son has become too busy to spend time with him.<br><br>Chapin, who worked relentlessly to pursue fame as an artist, realized that the lyrics mirrored his relationship with his own son Josh.<br><br><em>My child arrived just the other day, he came to the world in the usual way<\/em><br><em>But there were planes to catch, and bills to pay; he learned to walk while I was away.<\/em><br><em>And he was talkin\u2019 \u2018fore I knew it, and as he grew he\u2019d say:<\/em><br><em>\u201cI\u2019m gonna be like you, Dad.&nbsp; You know I\u2019m gonna be like you.\u201d<\/em><br><br><em><strong>And the cat\u2019s in the cradle and the silver spoon, little boy blue and the man in the moon<\/strong><\/em><br><em><strong>When you comin\u2019 home, Dad?&nbsp; I don\u2019t know when, but we\u2019ll get together then, son.<\/strong><\/em><br><em><strong>You know we\u2019ll have a good time then.<\/strong><\/em><br><br><em>My son turned ten just the other day.&nbsp; He said, \u201cThanks for the ball, Dad, come on, let\u2019s play.<\/em><br><em>Can you teach me to throw?\u201d I said, \u201cNot today, I got a lot to do,\u201d he said, \u201cThat\u2019s OK.\u201d<\/em><br><em>And he walked away, but his smile never dimmed, and said, \u201cI\u2019m gonna be like him, yeah.&nbsp; You know I\u2019m gonna be like him.\u201d&nbsp; <\/em><strong><em>[Chorus]<\/em><\/strong><br><br><em>Well, he came home from college just the other day, so much like a man I just had to say:&nbsp; \u201cSon, I\u2019m proud of you, can you sit for a while?\u201d<\/em><br><em>He shook his head and said with a smile, \u201cWhat I\u2019d really like, Dad, is to borrow the car keys; see you later, can I have them, please?\u201d <\/em><strong><em>[Chorus]<\/em><\/strong><br><br><em>I\u2019ve long since retired, my son\u2019s moved away.&nbsp; I called him up just the other day.<\/em><br><em>I said, \u201cI\u2019d like to see you if you don\u2019t mind.\u201d&nbsp; He said, \u201cI\u2019d love to, Dad, if I can find the time.<\/em><br><em>You see, my new job\u2019s a hassle and the kids have the flu.&nbsp; But it\u2019s sure nice talking to you, Dad.<\/em><br><em>It\u2019s been sure nice talking to you.\u201d<\/em><br><br><em>And as I hung up the phone it occurred to me:&nbsp; He\u2019d grown up just like me.&nbsp; My boy was just like me.<\/em><br><br><em><strong>And the cat\u2019s in the cradle and the silver spoon, little boy blue and the man in the moon<\/strong><\/em><br><em><strong>When you comin\u2019 home, Dad?&nbsp; I don\u2019t know when, but we\u2019ll get together then, son.<\/strong><\/em><br><em><strong>You know we\u2019ll have a good time then.<\/strong><\/em><br><br>Performance psychologist Jim Loehr describes what he calls a \u201csenseless death.\u201d&nbsp;<br><br>A senseless death comes at the end of a life story that everyone knows isn\u2019t working.&nbsp; Our family members know it.&nbsp; Our co-workers know it.&nbsp; And if we allow ourselves to stop long enough to reflect on the way our stories are turning out, we ourselves know it.<br><br>In our moments of greatest clarity, we know that it doesn\u2019t make sense to abandon ourselves to an overarching dream \u2013 a great reputation, perhaps, or a one-of-a-kind collection, or a corner office, or a fat paycheck, or stunning vacations, or a No. 1 Billboard hit \u2013 if it costs us what we know is actually most important.&nbsp;<br><br>Like the depth and integrity of our relationships.&nbsp; And the authenticity of a life with God.&nbsp;<br><br><em>We\u2019ll get together then, son.&nbsp; You know we\u2019ll have a good time then.<\/em><br><br>Only when we choose to transform our \u201cthens\u201d into \u201ctodays\u201d will we have a chance to live before we die.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u201cFrankly, this song scares me to death.\u201d That\u2019s what the late folk rocker Harry Chapin said about Cat\u2019s in the Cradle (1974), his only song that ever went to No. 1 on the charts. 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