Sometimes I catch my mum looking sadly at me, so I ask her what was wrong. She sighed and said, "your not my little girl anymore, are you?" This caught me off guard but I replied with "no, I suppose I'm not." I left it there and walked to school. But then I thought "will I do that to me children?" What I thought would be an endless line of smiles down my family tree soon turned to a line of tears. For every single generation mothers have had to finally let go of there children's hands, so they could fly away and live freely. That must hurt allot to do that, and it would hurt many mothers to come.
Children are like little birds with broken wings, they aren't capable of looking after themselves. Mothers take them in and raise them, love them, sometimes spoil them. But it is in the job description of every bird to be able to fly. Once the wing is mended and the chick has turned into a bird, it will fly away. It will fly away from you without second thought, like children grow up and leave their mothers. In this sense of freedom and happiness, there is also pain and despair.
I thought about it all the way to school and concluded with this; I will let my child be free from the start, not like a caged bird, a bird that is allowed to fly around as much as it wants and leave when it is ready. Isn't that a nice thought? So comfort your grieving mothers over the loss of her little baby bird, she misses looking after it.
