Snow fell from a Manhattan sky in January 2011 when Bebe Bird swooped into our lives. The chill in the air went unnoticed, replaced by warmth and love for this bitty soul. Your world shakes. I listened to his song {cry}. I closed my eyes. “Thank you!” I whispered. “He’s got broad shoulders like me! He’s got dark hair like me” a proud papa announced. And Bebe Bird’s song filled the room. “Happy Birthday’s!” were declared and he sang! “I love you’s” were proclaimed and he sang! He sang through the praising of doctors on a job well done and while nurses cleaned and examined him. He sang as his papa gently carried him over to meet me for the first time on the outside. He sang with with lips full and red. Then our eyes met. I held his little bebe hand. I caressed his rose colored cheeks. His song stopped. I cried. I am a Mama Bird.
And as a mama to a bebe bird you quickly learn that your soul purpose is to help them soar in this life. To be free, to sign loud, to live! You will them to explore this wild adventure with bravery and curiosity. You encourage them to spread their tiny wings while you, the mama bird, do your best to build a nest on the sturdiest of branches in the oldest of trees where roots run deep. And hope, with all your might, that this nest that you’ve built on the strong, strong branches of the old, old tree with the deepest of roots will forever be a solid place where your bebe bird can land and rest.
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