Just Saturday

Mama! I see an empty swing - can I go
Where? I don't see
Right there Mama! Can I go
Yeah, okay run, hurry before someone else grabs it. But I gotta stay right here, so keep an eye on me -deal
And he's off. Up, up and away

He's a three foot bucket of joy Eyes wide with wonder
Nothing can stop that boy
No fear of the thunder
He's got life oozing out
And giggles to spare
A taste of adventure everywhere
We make a perfect pair
Nothing can stop us
I call him Bubbles
He calls me Mama

Hi Bubbles! I see you
Bubbles, my pet name for Beckett. No idea why I chose Bubbles really, but he's been my Bubbles pretty much since day one
God, I love him
He's 7, and we moved back to New York just a few months ago

Booked a one way ticket East
And we never looked back
Put the life we knew
In a moving truck and a backpack
Ya trade a big backyard in a midwest house
For a tiny apartment way uptown
Nothing could bring us down If we had each other
Cause I had Bubbles
And he had his Mother

But oh my God, when we were getting ready to move, everyone back home was losing their minds. You would have thought we were going to the front lines or something
So, Jess, what are you gonna do there
Well, I'm gonna live, obviously
Yeah, and how are you gonna do that, huh? You're a single-mom now, you know that, right Yes I do
I just think it's gonna be too hard. You can't do all of this on your own. It's not all about you anymore. You're a mom. You have to think of Beckett
I am. Look, I'm a mess here. That's not what I want for us. I have to go and try, even if I fail

Everyone's got an answer
Everyone thinks they know
They wanna solve it and fix it
But I'm gonna risk it
I know we've got to go

Ok, I'm getting ahead of myself. I really didn't want to go into all that, yet Hey. Let's go back to the park
Yeah, that's the vibe

That boy took to NYC Like a fish to the water
An ocean to explore
To play and to wander
He had faith in his blood
And grit in his bones
I knew we could make it on our own
I'd build a brand new home
Free from the drama
Cause I had Bubbles
And he had his Mama

He thinks you rule the world
You're Super-Mom who saves the day
Life might be a little uncoventional
Who needs normal anyway
Who knows what the day might hold
What dragons I'll have to slay
I'm on the tip of my toes
But for him it's just Saturday

So, yeah. We're good. Hold on, I just gotta check, my phone real fast... nothing We're supposed to meet... there's so many people here today, it's hard to see Oh, a homeless man. Dirty, a mess, asking for money
Sorry. I don't have anything

I'm about to turn to Beckett, when I see another homeless man coming my way
His walking is labored but with purpose. He's not as dirty as the man before, but really worn out He's got on old clothes under a coat that's way too big for him
And a cinched belt holding him altogether
And his face.
He walks right past, doesn't ask for money

I remember the sandwich
Um, hey. Hi. I have this extra sandwich. Do you want it
It's turkey and stuffing and cranberry sauce, kinda like Thanksgiving

We stood five feet apart in silence for what felt like forever, locked eyes and stiff bodies My arm extended with the offering
Adam. Just take it, please

He finally shoves it into a grungy backpack. Beckett sees this and comes running Daddy
Then he swoops him up and carries him back to the swings

He thinks you rule the world
You're Super-Dad who saves the day
Life might be a little unconventional
Who needs normal anyway
Who knows what the day might hold
What dragons I'll have to slay
I'm on the tip of my toes
But for him it's just Saturday

Cool-cool-cool-cool-cool, you're fine

It's just Saturday for the other moms on the playground
And I miss those days before everything became hellbound
But when I see that boy happy as can be
With a homeless guy playing on the swings
A man who used to be quite the lover and charmer
I called him Husband
He calls him Father
He thinks you rule the world
You're Super-Mom who saves the day
Dad might be a little unconventional
Who needs normal anyway
Who knows what the day might hold
What dragons I'll have to slay
I'm on the tip of my toes
And there's a thousand unknowns
And there's a lump in my throat
But for him it's just Saturday
It's just Saturday