Bonnie Byte: Leaving the Nest
Aug 17 2010
A ritual happening all across our nation, throughout this world, is unfolding at our home. The oldest pup is preparing to attend his freshman year at college. Mama Pat said he is leaving the nest. She sighed as he packed his belongings asking, “Why do our children have to grow up so fast?” I nuzzled up to her and told her what my mother told me years ago. It lifted her spirits some, so I thought I would pass along my canine mother’s wisdom in hopes of soothing the hearts of my readers who have ever had to deal with a pup leaving the familial den.
It was during a cool Fall night that my mother gathered me and her other pups close. We snuggled into her warm fur as she told us we all had a time to move on with our lives. The very thought chilled our little bodies to the bone, but her soothing voice reassured us that we all had to live our own adventures. Some of us might do it close to the den, other might go to far away places among others we do not yet know. When we asked why it must be this way, this is what she answered:
“Because the moon rises and wolves serenade it, because tides rise and fall, nourishing tidal estuaries while depositing its debris of treasure and trash, because sunlight gives us warmth, enabling our food to grow while scorching other landscapes and flesh, because a mother turtle swims closely to the surface to pull down a duckling for food to grow the eggs inside her, because the warm rich earth that is our home, that provides our shelter and food becomes our grave. And of these things we have no control....
But remember those things over which we have a choice. We, with our Will, make our world better. With hands, by Design, meant to caress and lead, refuse to use like some do as clubs. With minds meant to create, use our creations for sustenance rather than destruction. With hearts meant for love, that when hurt, do not harden or seek to repay, but learn of a heart's fragility and tenderness and then fiercely guard against doing harm. This way we return to the cycle, all we can, that is good, our bodies as food for the earth and our babies, when grown, by Design and their free Will, as a nurturing sustenance for the generations we may never see.
Growing up is not the end, but the very beginning of a cycle of intense beauty, more fragrant than the blossom that most captured your senses, whose very color vibrates with the energy that you cannot see, so intense your eyes' mechanism cannot view it, nor mind register. Each step our babies take in growing up is not for a moment of mourning, but celebration. Just listen, listen carefully....for as they are growing, there is music. At birth, first notes only, but with each passing year, broadens until it is a full orchestra, whose score joins with the other compositions. And late at night, when the babies are tucked in the den, if you sit quietly in the stillness, close your eyes, you'll hear the music that emits from each of your offspring, the symphony of your home, growing richer each year. And as each young one leaves the den, the music does not fade, for if you listen the same way, you’ll hear your offspring's song mingling into those of all who have been raised the same, even of those whose bodies feed the earth. If we could truly hear, we would be deafened by the joy."
Dear reader, I hope my mother’s words bring you solace and peace, for something wondrous is about to happen. Trust your young ones and be ready to listen to the overture that heralds their own journey. Be ready for a little night music to reach your ears.
Love, as always,
Bon-Bon
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