I’ve been loving you a long time
Down all the years, down all the days
And I’ve cried for all your troubles
Smiled at your funny little ways
I took shelter from a shower
And I stepped into your arms
On a rainy night in Soho
The wind was whistling all its charms
I sang you all my sorrows
You told me all your joys
Whatever happened to that old song
To all those little girls and boys
Now the song is nearly over
We may never find out what it means
Still, there’s a light I hold before me
You’re the measure of my dreams
The measure of my dreams
To our Primary School families,
That’s a song lyric that has been running through my head for a week or two now. It’s from one of my favorite bands, The Pogues. If you’ve never heard of them, and you think you’d like great songwriting, married with punk and Celtic music, I’d strongly recommend them.
I think it is the last line in that lyric that resonates the most with me… “You’re the measure of my dreams.” I love the beautiful simplicity of that thought, and when I hear it, I immediately think of my children.
My dreams changed the moment I became a parent. Everything I thought I knew about the world; everything that I thought I wanted, changed in the blink of an eye. It is not that I put previous hopes and aspirations away, or gave up on them, but the way that I judged myself and the goals that I set for what I wanted in life changed to encompass the fact that there was now a new part of my life that was far more important than my own, personal needs.
I think that is exactly how it should be. I think we should measure ourselves by the jobs we do as parents and teachers. We all have dreams and aspirations, and we all understand that those dreams often change once we become parents. From the day my oldest child was born, I began to understand that the only way that I could truthfully measure my own worth was by success or failure in being a parent to her, and later, to my son. They became the “measure of my dreams.”
Does that make sense? I don’t know. We’re at the end of a busy week, and maybe I’m rambling a bit in this, my last letter to you for this school year. So I’ll just end by saying thank you to all of you for sharing your children with us this year. We exist as a school because you, our families, believe in Holy Innocents’ and what we stand for. Please know that I have learned much this year from each child who has been a part of our school family, and I am forever grateful to be allowed to do the work that I do and to have the opportunity to serve you and your children.
Added December 8, 2023:
Rest in Peace, Shane.
From a freeborn man of the U.S.A.