i am typing with one hand. my other is wrapped around teeny Asha. Shane needed one more song tonight and Lukas is saying "Buh-bye" to the AC, fan, light, baby, and Mummy as i turn out the light. The AC feels nice, for these are summer days, hot hot days where you sweat morning to night and cold water is your biggest craving.
a little nest sits in our guava tree. We noticed it, it seems, just a week or two back..We could see the two little eggs through the criss-cross of their mothers delicate work. We watched those eggs and waited for them to hatch.
yesterday we heard some chirping. the eggs had hatched. Only these weren't two little birdies. they were big, teenager birdies. today we looked inside the nest again. they were gone. they'd flown away. somehow in the course of being eggs to being hatched to being little babies to learning to fly, we missed it all. how's that possible? Did we blink? They were just eggs. they were just hapless and helpless.they were just dependent little birdies.
i couldn't help but note the irony when my husband commented about our little birdies in the guava tree. He said, "They just grew up so fast and then flew away."
rght now i am singing one more song, nursing one more time before bedtime, and echoing more one "buh-bye" to all the furniture in the room. it's a sweet, sweet, exhausting time. but those little birdies remind me to watch closely for these "new" days will be gone soon enough and soon enough our birdies will fly away too.
let me not miss a single flight.
4 comments:
SO-so true!
oh yes how true. Your post brought me to a little sad contemplative place. We work so hard to help them grow up and be responsible. And that is good. But at the same time I don't want them to leave. But I do want them to fly . . . to soar. But can't they stay close? That's the place I am in these days.
Would you believe that I read this post while playing a game with A and B called "Little Birdies" (a made up game in which I protect them in a nest made up of pillows and blankets) and while we were listening to a cd called "You are my little Bird." The poignancy brought a lump to my throat and I paid more attention to the game afterwards. Thank you.
Beautiful.
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