When I was a kid, my grandfather used to sing "He ain't Heavy, He's my Brother" by The Hollies as he tinkered in his garage. I never understood why someone would name her son "Heavy" or what the song was about in the first place, but it never stopped Grandpa from whistling the tune while he went about his business.
I thought of my grandfather and that Hollies song this week after I spoke with a friend about my many weaknesses as a parent and the effect on my kids. The conversation left me rethinking some things, but especially how I totally missed the point of “He Ain’t Heavy, He’s My Brother” when I was little.
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