…free flight

As I wave the little birdie away and turn back to face the empty nest, I finally admit that the need to nourish and sustain (which was so underappreciated anyway) has waned. The nesting period is ending and I’m feeling the loss. I wonder if I’m prepared for the next season as it flits nearer.

Gone are the days when I force-fed down tiny gullets, the values of integrity, responsibility and supporting one’s neighbor. They’re past the encouragement phase that I so carefully balanced with learning to stand for themselves, and it seems that my birdies have developed their own cockeyed sense of humor. Most sadly, they are well-prepared to wing it alone.

Oh, there is still the need to fling an occasional seed into the air and blow a kiss to the head as the fledglings fly by, but for the most part, as a mother I’m achieving my greatest desire; I’m slowly and surely working myself out of a job.

Today, I rededicate myself to the last hatchlings in the nest and prepare myself for the time when they will strike out successfully and I will prepare myself to watch them go without regret.

To me,
Warning, Warning, I’m told that if I’m not careful, I’ll get my wish and the little birdies will return to nest or just leave the little eggs and nestlings with me so “I will have something to do” Eee, T.