From this:
to this:
Apparently we missed the laying of a fourth egg while we were off with my son to his summer orientation for college. As our little bluebird couple prepares to fledge their second brood of the summer, we are preparing to fledge our second-born off to college. Soon after we recover from that, we will "fledge" our first-born in marriage.
Hooray for our little bluebird house, and our first batch of babies! Someday they'll look like this:
Someone with more time and photographic skill on her hands than I have, chronicled the entire process here.
I'm viewing these little birds as a living reminder to me of the normalcy and naturalness of sending your babies off--once they're ready--to face the world without you. It is strange to think that soon two of my children will be living elsewhere. I will miss them desperately. (If one's children are burdensome or irksome, I would imagine it might be nice to arrive at the, "Bye, see you later!" stage of things. But when they're delightful--and you count them among your very best friends and enjoy being with them as much as anyone on the planet--it is pretty difficult!)
I would imagine in the end, it feels a little bit like this:
to this:
Apparently we missed the laying of a fourth egg while we were off with my son to his summer orientation for college. As our little bluebird couple prepares to fledge their second brood of the summer, we are preparing to fledge our second-born off to college. Soon after we recover from that, we will "fledge" our first-born in marriage.
Hooray for our little bluebird house, and our first batch of babies! Someday they'll look like this:
Someone with more time and photographic skill on her hands than I have, chronicled the entire process here.
I'm viewing these little birds as a living reminder to me of the normalcy and naturalness of sending your babies off--once they're ready--to face the world without you. It is strange to think that soon two of my children will be living elsewhere. I will miss them desperately. (If one's children are burdensome or irksome, I would imagine it might be nice to arrive at the, "Bye, see you later!" stage of things. But when they're delightful--and you count them among your very best friends and enjoy being with them as much as anyone on the planet--it is pretty difficult!)
I would imagine in the end, it feels a little bit like this:
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