The past four years of the bird’s life have been full of learning experiences. Maybe that is part of being in your thirties. It might just be life, no matter your age. But the bird hasn’t been so in tune with it until now, until these years. She is keenly aware that time passes whether or not you respect it. That is motherhood, probably.
Watching your child grow forces you to acknowledge those four seasons going by over and over again. The tiny lines appearing on your forehead and neck are a subtle reminder that you wont actually be ‘forever young’.
God chooses interesting moments to express his power. The bird is not in control of all things. The timing in this Universe isn’t up to any individual. If the Parakeet could have programmed her life at this point – it might look a little different and a lot the same. She loves her family. She loves their urban life. She loves their community of friends. She loves working for herself and the varied routines of each day. She would have had another child. She’d be performing more. Maybe she’d take a few more fabulous vacations and decorate her house in a more stylish manner. Some things people can change. Others they can’t. Or they shouldn’t.
Like her son, though, the Parakeet is growing up. She is speaking her mind more each year, each month even. She is asking for what she needs and saying no to things that don’t feed her. She walked away from an obligation today and it felt great. She is writing. She is singing. She is making plans. She is appreciating small moments. She’ll walk to school and pick up Little O today. This way he can walk back in the fresh-fallen snow he’s been waiting for so long. So long in his four-year-old world. She’ll bring him snow pants and he’ll make a snow angel. Her Florida-raised self will attempt to help him with a snowman. They will be cold. They will shiver. They will laugh. She will take pictures. She will notice the moments.
Snow-flakes are important. They mark the time as much as any clock. Maybe more so. Lord, let the days be productive, but let no one miss the moments.