Her new wings are still unfurling, tender and delicate. A flutter here, another in a moment. Quiet! There she goes. Uncertain, her feet have left the ground anyway.
“Now is as good a time as any!” Her wings straighten and thrust her into open air.
Not yet soaring, she hops and jumps and keeps testing the strength of these wings. A little higher now, she catches a breath of wind! Just the tiniest movement of air that keeps her suspended in glorious flight for a time. He gently sets her back down, whispering assurances of his soon return to lift her to newfound heights.
“But, I want to fly now.” Forlorn, the wings droop for a time.
If flight is so hard, perhaps it’s better in the soft, sturdy turf. Her eyes lift, and catch the glint of light on other wings. Inspired, her wings twitch in anticipation. Yes, there is strength there, but not of her own stuff. It has come through gentle, slow healing and unfurling. A painful process, and one she has born with grace unfamiliar to her until this day. Grace she did not know she possessed, through the power of the Breath of Life.
The breath returns. Joyously, he lifts her up, carries her. Helps her use her wings in earnest!
Flight is exhausting and exhilarating! Joyful and hard, it takes more work than walking the turf had asked of her.
But flight is freedom, and she knows it full well. Still, she cannot fly forever just now. Not yet.
“Soon,” the wind promises her.
Her wings tire, and he gently gives her rest. “Lie still awhile. Take nourishment. Lasting strength will come.”
There is nectar here, and nesting places for tired wings. Another flight awaits, and sunrise always brings the breeze.
Keep going, Mom. You really can do it. I have never stopped believing in you. I have never stopped thanking God for you. You gave me life, by the grace of God. Without you, I would not be who I am. My wings have unfurled because of you. You are loved. You matter. And you are my favoritest Mommy ever!
Happy Mother’s Day!