Monday, October 3, 2011

What do you say?

I'm at work and the Sugarland song "Already Gone" came on our satellite radio.

My mama mapped out the road that she knows
Which hands you shake and which hands you hold
In my hand-me-down Mercury, ready to roll
She knew that I had to go

I started thinking; if we have a little girl, will she be like me? Independent and head-strong? Subborn and full speed ahead? Will I map out the road I've travelled and hope she knows which hands to shake and which hands to hold? Will she be like G; thoughtful and patient?

And hangout, make lots of noise
And lay out late with a boy
Make the mistakes that she made

Can I protect her from heartache? Do I want to protect her from heartache? Isn't that what makes yo stronger? But my little girl...

'Cause she knew all along
I was already gone
I was already gone
I was already gone
Life is a runaway train you can't wait to jump on

Will she one day come to me, with tears in her eyes, both of us knowing she's ready to fly? Knowing I will be there the next time she comes to me with tears in her eyes.

They say the first time won't ever last
But that didn't stop me, the first time he laughed
All my friends tried to warn me the day that we met
Girl don't you lost your heart yet

But do! Lose your heart. Isn't that thrill of jumping the best part of new love? The scared to death feeling of "What have I gotten myself into? Will this be the one?"

But his dark eyes dared me with danger
And sparks fly like flame to a paper
Fire in his touch burning me up
But still I held on.

Remember that first lust? The first time someone made your blood pound through your heart? The craziness of it all? The newness of discovering someone else, inside and out. And learning things about yourself you never knew existed.

'Cause I was already gone
I was already gone
I was already gone
Life is a runaway train you can't wait to jump on

How will I handle my little girl growing up? Becoming a woman?

The last time I saw him, we packed up my things
And he smiled like the first time he told me his name
And we cried with each other
We split the blame for the parts that we couldn't change



Pictures, dishes and socks


It's our whole life down to one box


There he was waving goodbye


On the front porch alone




But I was already gone.



I remember the end of my first real relationship, once I was out of the house and on my own. How that was just about as scary as falling in love in the first place.

Hangout, make lots of noise
And layout late with a boy
Make the mistakes that she made
Life is a runaway train you can't wait to jump on

Life is a runaway train and when I think about this baby and our lives together, I cannot wait to jump on.

1 comment:

Mrs. O'Connell said...

Whatever your baby is, you are going to be an amazing mother!