I was putting in a load of laundry when my son came over toward me with a small shoebox. Apparently, he was digging through one of our closets in the basement and he found a bunch of my old cassette tapes.
We’re talking old school. Remember this one ladies? A time in your life when all you could do was sing, “I think we’re alone now???”
Well, considering my son’s world consists currently of Wii games, DS cartridges and DVD’s, looking at a cassette tape kind of puzzled him. “What is this thing Mommy?” he kept asking. Yes, it totally made me feel like a fossil.
After a short explanation, laundry went into the washer, my son went upstairs and I started to put the shoebox back in the closest when one of the cassette tapes fell out. As I bent down to pick it up, a flood of memories came rushing back…
And I paused for a moment.
I don’t blog about my dad all too often (although I should probably change that since he is one of the greatest men that walks this earth), I can’t but help to share this small piece of my life with you.
At age 18, I packed my belongings into my little Volkswagen Cabriolet (just a kid out of high school about to go off to college) when my dad stood beside me in the driveway and we shared a few words – an exchange I can remember as vividly as if it happened yesterday.
He told me he couldn’t believe his little girl was going off to college; that he was so proud of me but more importantly, if there was ever a time I needed someone to talk to, even in the middle of the night, to just call him – because he would be there. And with that, he handed me a James Taylor cassette tape and whispered, “You’ve got a friend.”
“When your down and troubled, and you need a helping hand
And nothing, no nothing is going right…
Close your eyes and think of me and soon I will be there
To brighten up even your darkest nights…
You just call out my name, and you know where ever I am
I’ll come running, to see you again.
Winter, Spring , Summer, or Fall
All you have to do is call
And I’ll be there…You’ve got a friend.”
Today, as I hold tightly onto that cassette tape listening to the drum of the washing machine behind me and the pitter patter of my son’s feet upstairs, my heart is full.
Because even after all these years, I know I’ve always got a friend.