How does one look forward while longing to go back?
There is something comforting in the known, the familiar.
Especially when it comes to offspring.
Who decided they should leave the nest anyway?
Are we birds – don't they have to shove those babies out?
Mine is ready to fly – no pushing necessary.
Everyone keeps telling me this is good – this is what I have been working towards all along.
Isn't good supposed to feel – well – good?
It doesn't!!
Yet it does. Watching her fly makes my heart soar.
Yet, I can't seem to squelch the desire to check the sky for
Storms,
Dark clouds,
Hail,
Vultures.
As she flies I note,
She is strong,
She is able,
She will get a little wet, but weather the storms,
Lose her way at times, only to avoid dark clouds at others,
Move through the hail, but learn when to seek shelter
And
Encounter vultures, only to truly recognize doves.
And hopefully she will always know that warmth, shelter and unconditional love
Can always be found in the safety of the nest.
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