The Empty Nest
Apr 18th, 2012 by Autumn Sunshine
Time to fly
Well, here I am to say that being a Mommy bird is sometimes a very sad job. Today my baby is flying off on her own. She’s been practicing her flying skills and she has is all perfect.
I remember when she was just hatched, gosh she was just a tiny little girl bird. She has grown and it’s her time to be flying and building her own nest. I’ll miss her, I will miss her so much, though she promises to come visit me a lot. I wonder if she understands how I feel ? I sometimes watch her while she is doing her practice flights and I am so very proud of her. I have done a good job, still I wish we had more time.
Time does move along so fast, where did those early days get to? Those days when my baby girl and I would cuddle and I would sing her to sleep and she would fall asleep right beside me. Well, I know it’s time for her to fly. I have done my mommy best and off she will go. I just sometimes want to say, “Don’t leave me, little girl, you’re still too small”. I won’t, it’s time to let go. That’s what a Mommy has to do, after all. I’m sad and I cry my birdie tears and learn to let go.
Her Own Nest
She’s found the perfect spot she tells me, for her nest. It’s a pretty place, she will be fine. I know she will. She has been flying with that nice boy bird from down the street. They say they are in love, hmmmm…
I know her nest will be built with love and care. She has learned a lot, and she knows what she wants in life. She tells me I will be her first guest, her first visitor and I will smile and tell her I love her again. So off she goes, and that nice boy bird is holding her wing feather so tight. I smile and I wave my wing.
It’s My Turn
Yes it is my turn now, I better think about this. I now know how my own Mommy bird felt when I flew off. She cried birdie tears, too. She missed me and wished I would come back.
Well, today is the day I will make a special visit and spend the day with MY Mommy bird. I will remember and she will remember and we will laugh a big birdie laugh. Time flies, and so do our baby birds!