Me and Meatloaf.

I want you, I need you,

But there ain’t no way I’m ever going to love you,

Now don’t be sad, cause two out of three ain’t bad.

Meatloaf’s Two out of Three ain’t Bad from the Bat out of Hell Album: 1977

Meatloaf’s lyrics, I think, are cause for being sad. I guess he at least is being honest and putting it out there, but of all the needs humans have, to be simply loved for who they are is pretty much at the top of my list. But it is true that life is not perfect and in many cases we have to be content with pretty good rather than perfect. If I were to rewrite Meatloaf’s lyrics to fit my own life it would have to be Don’t be too sad, cause three out of four ain’t bad.

Last week-end was the celebration of a significant birthday for my eldest daughter, and it was beautiful but you see, I have four adult children and for at least the past 15 years, it is a rare occasion to have them all in the same room at the same time. There is often three out of four; the three can be any combination and the one missing is always someone different, but boy am I a happy mum when all four are present. I get a great buzz out of seeing them together and the one thing I like about my off spring is that they all actually like each other. This time it was the “baby” who was absent, and to put it in her words, “I am equal parts happy and jealous. Happy that you are all together and jealous because I am not there.”

Now, this is the important part, I count my blessings. This is particularly the case when I remember my family and friends who have had one of their precious off spring taken far too early from this life and the option of them ever having all their “children” in the same room at the same time can never be a reality. We carry the ones we love in our hearts always, across oceans, continents and even beyond this earthly realm.

So I am not too sad because three out of four ain’t bad.