“Button, you must wander all day long.” Those are the words of a music game I’m singing these days with a group of second graders.
As with similar folk tunes, it’s used to teach basic rhythms and intervals, but I keep thinking about the story of the wandering button.
The words work on me, as songs often do, and evoke a variety of feelings and impressions. I laughed at the thought of the button being me, wandering among the obligations I’ve taken on or meandering toward a column’s conclusion.
But the image that stays with me is that of a parent as the button, looking for help and not knowing where to turn.
It’s an issue I’ve addressed before. Too many people live...