mama bird

can you see mama bird?

this is our view outside our kitchen window.

we check on her several times a day.

her nest is right above an empty nest from earlier this summer/spring.

we so needed all the wonderful rain recently
but i was worried about mama during the thunderstorms.
she is a faithful little bird who loves her babies.
 i feel a small bond with mama bird.
being a mom isn't always easy,
but it is full of reward.

my kids have been visiting my parents this week so
we have had a small taste of what an empty nest might feel like.
chad and i have kept ourselves pretty busy
and as fun as it is to do anything we want at anytime,
i miss the energy that my kids bring.
i miss the smiles, hugs, and kisses.
i miss all the funny things they do and say on a regular basis.
i know they are making special memories with their grandparents,
but i am ready for our nest to be filled again.
i don't desire to be free as a bird,
not just any bird
but desire to be free as nesting mama bird.

i found this poem and wanted to dedicate it to all the other mama birds out there ;)

Mama Bird

a mama bird sits in her nest
her tiny eggs nestled beneath her feathers
whether rain, wind, or snow
she keeps them safe through all weather


she cares for them each day
keeping them both warm and cool,
both dry and safe
rotating them on cue


she nurtures and they grow
loves like mamas do
she waits for the day
that they can love her too


one day they'll hatch
and she'll still love like mothers do
protect and nurture them
they'll love her too

 Kellsey Hartmann

i realize that one day my little chicks will get too big for our nest
and will need to fly away and make little nests of their own,
but they will forever remain as precious babies in this mama's heart.