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Some Sentimental Sap

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Sunday, February 11, 2007

This song popped into my head today as something I should share. I was thinking about Emmitt's birth and remembering that the night before I went into labor I skipped Hypnobabies and listened to a few select songs on my iPod. This one came on and I started to bawl. (I don't cry...like...ever.) It's how I knew I'd go into labor in a few hours...

The words don't do it justice...it's really worth finding on iTunes or at least listening to the Amazon.com snippet.

The Things We've Handed Down
-Marc Cohn

Don't know much about you
Don't know who you are
We've been doing fine without you
But we could only go so far

Don't know why you chose us
Were you watching from above
s there someone there that knows us
Said we'd give you all our love

Will you laugh just like your mother
Will you sigh like your old man
Some things skip a generation
Like I've heard they often can

Are you a poet or a dancer
A devil or a clown
Or a strange new combination of
The things we've handed down

I wonder who you'll look like
Will your hair fall down in curls
Will you be a mama's boy
Or daddy's little girl

Will you be a sad reminder
Of what's been lost along the way
Maybe you can help me find her
In the things you do and say

And these things that we have given you
They are not so easily found
But you can thank us later
For the things we've handed down

You may not always be so grateful
For the way that you were made
Some feature of your father's
That you'd gladly sell or trade

And one day you may look at us
And say that you were cursed
But over time that line has been
Extremely well rehearsed

By our fathers, and their fathers
In some old and distant town
From places no one here remembers
Come the things we've handed down

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  1. Anonymous Sinead@breastfeedingmums | 3:29 AM |  

    Oh Jennifer, that is so lovely and so true. I lost my two beautiful grandmothers shortly before Tara was born and I've often wondered if they met her before I did and if they sent her to me. You've made me cry now too...

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