We have had a bird's nest outside our door most of the time we have lived here and have enjoyed the sound of itty bitty birds chirping to be fed by their mother over and over. Roger came home last week to find a baby bird dead on our front walk. The next day he came home to find this bird struggling in our new sprouts growing in the flower pot below the nest. As he was putting this bird back and as I have watched my baby go from newborn to 1 month old, I am struck by the seeming fragility of life.
All of our us can go in an instant from life to death. Before you think me morbid I want to add that even though we can change so quickly, most of us are fairly hardy. Take this chunk.
I have to remind my older children that he is still very new when they roll around on the floor with him or decide they are strong enough to carry him around the house.
For most of the many injuries people sustain in life, we heal really well and can over and over.
Thank goodness for all Mom's on this Mother's Day who kiss all the hurts and teach their children to be safe. We are fragile but we are ok.