The kids were enamored but warned to stay away. "Let the Mommy Bird take care of her eggs. Don't touch the nest or you could knock it off and the eggs will break."
Two days ago L was playing outside and found half of a blue egg shell. "I think the baby birds are hatching!" Out we all went to peek in the nest again and there they were: two freshly hatched baby birds, in all their sorta-gross awesomeness.
We went out to investigate and it was true. The nest on the ground, the bedding next to it, and the birds all vanished.
"Mommy Bird is so sad!" Resa Rie said.
Really, we are all sad, especially me. Yesterday our family heard some disappointing news. Last night I overheard a child make a hurtful remark to my kiddo. And this morning the baby birds are gone. I said to Travis, about the birds, "Maybe So-and-So did it. He seems to like dashing away hope."
I thought motherhood was tough when I had one little baby who never slept. I thought it was hard when I had two at home and one in the NICU for seven weeks. I thought it was hard when all six kids were home all day long over Spring Break. Keeping kids with food allergies alive and the endless line of small people demanding food, listening to and then correcting the tattling, the continuous circle of tidying and cleaning and cleaning and tidying... that's not what is hard about parenthood. Watching your kids get hurt or having things happen to your family that are beyond your control - that's what's hard.
I suppose I am in right melancholic state to be incredibly empathetic to that Mommy Bird.