Lucky me! I looked outside right in time to see the birds had grown and were going to fly solo. I heard the mama bird instructing them, near them on the grass keeping her gaze steady. Sure, she is there to protect and guide, but I bet she doesn’t waste time fretting about letting go. Not like me.
My girls flew away this week also. As they prepared to leave the nest, I too instructed, things meant to protect. They were going to switch planes for the first time alone in an unfamiliar airport. Last year they weren’t ready for this kind of responsibility, this year it didn’t faze them. Just like the birds we’ve been watching, my babies have grown up quickly. Their legs might be wobbly as they enter young adulthood, but their wings are strong and capable.
It was easier for them. It wasn’t sadness that they were leaving. I was overjoyed they were able to take this trip. It wasn’t fear of danger, I felt peace. It was more the realization that their being “ready” for life seems to have come so quickly. While my mama’s heart knew it is a process of letting go, I was distinctly aware of their complete focus on the trip. Their hearts were devoted to the next thing, not giving care to what they were leaving behind.
Is this what it is like for God? Watching His children forge ahead, unaware of the security they step away from in His embrace? Yet, He, we, let go. Let the child experience. Watch with fascination as they journey, prepared with open arms for their return. Always, unconditionally. His example is a perfect one for this mama. I love watching them fly, delight in their soaring experiences, and relish them returning to the nest. Safe, for another night under the shelter of my wings. While I rest under His.
How have you dealt with your kids growing up?