I sit on the threshold watching the sparrows. My own kids are on the edge of this nest and I cannot help but see them in these birds. I watch as the sparrows dart their beaks into the soil, and as they flutter from place to place. I watch the commotion, the digging, the feeding; it is a quiet mayhem, it is frenzied and choreographed, a folly and a dance.
On this late spring afternoon, I resist the temptation to get up to do something productive. I do not get up to clear the table of its stained dinner plates, nor do I go online and reply to the stack of emails. I do not turn on the evening news. Instead, I sit and watch the world unfurl its wings.
~ for my boys on Mother's Day 2020
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