Being a Mama is Hard Work

I'm sitting here this morning watching the mama feed these babies on our back porch. She's working HARD! And when she's not feeding them, she's sitting on the back of a nearby chair keeping guard. She can't fit in the nest with them anymore. They are too big. All she can do is provide them their basic necessities, keep watch over them from afar, and wait for them to leave the nest. It's coming soon. She prays that they will wait until they are ready. She prays that they wait until that day when she pushes them out of the nest, because she knows they can fly on their own .. that they don't need her anymore.

I'm feeling this way right now as a mama.

I can't sit there with her anymore, in the nest. There's not room for both of us. And she's far away and in another nest now. I can only try to provide her with the basics and then leave her to figure out the rest. She left my nest too soon, when she wasn't quite ready. She jumped and has fallen. She wasn't ready to fly on her own. The world looks a lot scarier outside the nest. And it is. And I can't do much for her except just pray for her. I can't lift her back into the nest. She's too big.

But she has a strong will. I rely on that knowledge. I cling to it.

Being a mama is hard.