The Birds You Know

I watch the birds closely in the morning
as they wake up with the sun.
All of them chanting,
making plans
for the day’s run.
The Flicker and the Sparrow,
the Robin and the Blues;
each with a sense of urgency,
paranoid and exacting,
gathering food.
The sun will drop hours from now,
there is much to do.


My tendency to wake up with the sun has granted me the fortune to befriend some beautiful birds. I watch them in and out of conversation, and perpetual preparation for the day ahead. It’s quite spectacular.

We stroll into the days together. I make coffee and take in the show, they don’t mind me now, it’s been long enough. We have a shared understanding, a sacred trust. I write little diddy’s in their honor, and from time-to-time, I name them.

These are the birds I know:

 

 

To Be Continued
Oh, and I’m writing a book.

Carry on

 

 

I Love my Aesthetic-y Human Forest Child

Dear Bird,

Last night, post-homework you proceeded to create collages and add them to an Instagram account entitled, Plant-Mom-Wannabe. The description of yourself as this magnificent account’s owner simply must be made note of, as to not get lost in the years of awesome you. The description reads:

Forest childūüĆ∑

Sad sofa who wants to be an aesthetic-y humanūüĆŅ Some crap photos live hereūüď∑ Making niche memes or attempting itūüĎĆ Have fun?ūüĆł

As you explained to me in the car this morning, each of these little pieces of art take research, time, and a good dose of learning to pull off. Each of these is a message to celebrate the individuals in your life whom you love. By creating these beautiful sentiments and posting them for all the world to see and share, you are making an offering to the world.

The fact that you had the tenacity and will to create this plan, account, and art is a reward in-and-of-itself. You are the most courageous person I have ever met, and I can’t wait to see what else you come up.

Your love-focus is right on, and yes, I will get you a cactus.

-Your Grateful Mom

Happy New Year Bright One

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Dear Bird,

2017 was a rough and tough tumble rigged with big changes. Everything that was begging to become new and different became so, all at once. A new home, a new nature, a new school, and a new commute to boot. In spite of the exhaust and chaos, you chose to be our bright champion. You encouraged us to take a leap into change. You patted us on the back and led us to a paradise of our own. Your spirit in the face of challenge is inspiring, and it’s a wonderful privilege to watch you thrive and grow. I am happy to thank you for your courage each day. You are our bright champion, beautiful and brave.

Dear Bird #11

Dear Bird,

You are 11 going on 34 and you are cool as heck! Your embrace of music has come full circle this year. You have learned to play the guitar and sing without hesitation. You’ve taken over my Walkman, my Spotify account, and my Billy Joel tapes and made them your own. You’re welcome. We have quite evolved beyond our Jim Croce car sing-alongs but if the trade-off is listening to your beautiful voice, I’ll take it!

You¬†are¬†infatuated¬†with¬†justice¬†and¬†have¬†a¬†particular¬†empathy¬†for¬†those¬†unable¬†to¬†defend¬†themselves.¬†This¬†is¬†not¬†a¬†‚Äúliberal‚Ä̬†disposition,¬†it‚Äôs¬†not¬†genetic,¬†and¬†it‚Äôs¬†not¬†political.¬†This¬†is¬†a¬†strong¬†compassion.¬†You¬†were¬†not¬†born¬†into¬†it,¬†it‚Äôs¬†inside¬†of¬†you.¬†Your¬†sense¬†of¬†right¬†and¬†wrong,¬†of¬†service¬†and¬†duty¬†is¬†of¬†your¬†own¬†making.¬†I¬†wish¬†I¬†could¬†take¬†that¬†credit¬†but¬†it‚Äôs¬†all¬†you¬†babe,¬†all¬†the¬†way.

As ever, the artist in you is alive and kicking. Your fashioning and re-fashioning of materials now finds itself taking shape in space. Your creations are unique and admirable. Do what you can, with what you have, where you’re at. You’ve nailed it. Just think, it only took a decade for you to become the awesome person you are now. Man oh man, can you even begin to imagine how cool you’ll be in the next 10? Sheesh.

Your courage has been tested and it will continue to be especially with middle school coming up. So here’s the dreaded mom advice that comes with these letters, I’ll try to keep it short but I’m not making any promises.

Remember Rule #1: Don’t let anyone, no one, not anyone, ever, ever, ever; rob you of your light. Rage against the taking of your light because yours burns bright! Folks are drawn to you because of it. Some will try to use it, to manipulate it for their own. Some will try to stand in it to become it. And there are some who will simply work to destroy it because they can’t understand it. Don’t let them in. One very popular scenario in pre-teen times (aka: tween times) is the girl who wants to be your friend just to become friends with all of your other friends. Said girl will eventually abandon you once she has taken light from you. And although you will always have your true friends and your uncanny ability to make new friends, this can be painful. Save the pain, save your light for those who don’t want anything from you!
Remember Rule #2: Hate takes root in the dark and it will devour you, don’t let it in. Stand your ground, lock your door and take pity on your foe. The bad guys are the sad guys.
Remember¬†Rule¬†#3:¬†You¬†have¬†solid¬†instincts.¬†I‚Äôve¬†seen¬†it.¬†You¬†now¬†have¬†a¬†body¬†of¬†proof,¬†a¬†decade¬†of¬†evidence¬†to¬†suggest¬†that¬†your¬†keen¬†mind¬†and¬†strong¬†gut¬†are¬†reliable.¬†Let¬†that¬†guide¬†you.¬†Your¬†heart¬†is¬†humble¬†and¬†giving.¬†Your¬†mind¬†has¬†been¬†made¬†strong¬†to¬†protect¬†it.¬†So¬†let¬†it.¬†If¬†something¬†feels¬†‚Äúoff‚Ä̬†or¬†‚Äúnot¬†quite¬†right‚ÄĚ,¬†it¬†is¬†off¬†and¬†it‚Äôs¬†not¬†right.¬†When¬†that¬†little¬†voice¬†tells¬†you¬†to¬†run,¬†RUN!¬†Listen¬†to¬†your¬†instincts.¬†Trust¬†yourself,¬†because¬†I¬†know¬†I¬†sure¬†do.
Phew! See that wasn’t so bad (see your 2nd birthday letter to compare)

In the grand tradition of these letters, I find myself getting a bit to sobby to continue so I’ll leave you simply with this: You are a Good Person Sophia Jane and no one can ever change, refuse, or deny that fact.

I love you and thank all that is holy for you every day of this gosh darn life. I am honored to be your Mother.
I love you,
Mom
PS: I will get you more books on the Holocaust, I promise.