This morning was hectic. We had to make some quick parenting decisions, which is not my style. I prefer to make careful, well thought out plans. Today didn’t allow for that and as a result, it felt like a whirlwind. My kids, sensing my overwhelmed energy, followed suit and revved up the noise, bickering, and energy levels.
We all needed to wind down. Observing a bird nest, discovered and set aside weeks ago, seemed like the perfect solution. We invited Rose, the baby of the family, to the observation table for the first time and the result was about ten minutes of quiet before the next activity pulled one and then another away.
After the kids retreated to the swing set, I stayed at the table to observe the nest a little closer. I noted:
- A mud shell, packed with love.
- Walls built high enough to shelter eggs and babies.
- A variety of materials carefully gathered, twigs, straw, mud, and leaves.
- A careful design to fit over a branch securely-safety first.
- A soft cozy layer for resting, waiting, and hatching.
In those quiet moments, I marveled at the love that went into that little nest and felt a strong connection to that mother bird.