What kind of job?

There is a song by Mark Harris called "Writing on the Wall." Some of the lyrics:

Cause I could see the writing on the wall
It seems no matter how I tried
To stop the roller coaster ride
The pages just kept turning
Even though deep in my heart I knew we had it all I could see the writing on the wall

It's a song about his children growing up, and how quickly that seems to happen

It's right. Our boys keep growing; we turn around that they are visibly older.

Being a parent is such an important. I wonder sometimes, how I'm doing. I'm so busy with so many things in life, am I failing at this very important job? It worries me

Image: Our church's Chrismon tree.