After so much sadness in the news this week, these precious little faces give me hope.
Pia and Victor
Young children don’t build walls. They don't see language,
race, religion, or disability as a barrier. Their hearts are open to
love and acceptance. They find a way to learn and grow, and play together. Children are teachers. We can learn much from them.
Although they've been friends for a while, the two cuties above inspired this little poem.
Yesterday, I watched two tiny fledglings in our yard. I don't know much about birds and can only identify a few of them. I couldn't get a clear picture, but later when I checked the internet, I believe they were Blue-gray Gnatcatchers. The picture and description seemed to fit.
Anyway, as I watched these two babies trying to learn how to fly, I noticed that Mama was giving all of her attention to just one of them. She stayed very close to it and raised a ruckus when other birds came near. The other fledgling was way on the other side of the yard and just kind of hopped about and fluttered on its own. Mama pretty much ignored the little guy.
I went out to get a closer look, and all three flew under a nearby shrub. Soon after that, it started to rain, and I didn't see them again. But, I've been wondering about those babies ever since. Did Mama really have a favorite? If so, why did she choose that one over the other? They both looked exactly the same in size, coloring, and ability. Well, all that wondering led to this poem.
Today I watched you on our lawn walk, hop, flutter— learning how to fly.
On the other side, your brother was learning too— Your mama close by protecting him.
But, you— she left you all alone to survive on your own.