Children

Elder Brothers

Spending childhood with an elder brother is the best practice you can get to master the sport called life. – Unknown

©Nissa Gadbois

 

Growing

Our family is growing again!  This time to include a new son.  Our oldest daughter is engaged to be married to a wonderful young man whom we have known for many years.  We are so blessed to be granted the grace of watching them plan a holy marriage together.  We hope that it will also be one blessed with strength and joy.

©Nissa Gadbois

©Nissa Gadbois

©Nissa Gadbois

©Nissa GadboisBrian blesses the newly engaged couple.

Empty Nest

All of a sudden, the nest is empty. The birds have gone, and what had been a constant blur of activity is now nothing more than a few discarded feathers. – Marci Seither

Empty Nest ©Nissa Gadbois

Empty Nest ©Nissa Gadbois

And just like that, they’re gone.  The nest is empty.  I wasn’t prepared for how sad I felt at seeing this beautiful little avian home bereft of life.  I think about how lonely it is for those older folks who perhaps never married, were unable to have children, or whose children, for whatever reason, are not close to their parents physically or emotionally.  

How blessed we are to have a full retinue of children ranging from toddler to adult!  How grateful I am for the courage – and ability – to have said YES to life.  Our nest will never be empty.  It will be full of colour and song for as long as we live, God willing.

Fledgelings

My heart wants to beat like the wings of the birds that rise from the lake to the trees – The Sound of Music

Robin Fledgelings ©Nissa Gadbois

Robin Fledgelings ©Nissa Gadbois

Robin Fledgelings ©Nissa Gadbois

I walked up to the nest to see how our little robin chicks were doing.  As usual, Mama Robin was perched in a nearby branch, watching and talking.  I said good morning and walked to the rake to discover just one little fledgling left to try his wings.  He looked up at me with a face that looked a little forlorn.  I gave him some encouragement, told him he could do it because the rest of his siblings had gone.  Down below him in the tall grass was one of them.  He lifted his head and opened his mouth wide, as if he was expecting me to have a snack.  “No, little bird.  It’s time for you to fend for yourself.”

It’s so much like letting my own grown children go.  At some point, they have to try making their own way, looking after themselves.  They need to see what they can do.  It is so frightening, so difficult to let them go.  But when you see them spread their wings and fly, it is breathtaking.  They may falter a bit and wobble.  They may go a different way than you taught them to go, but they’re flying.  And if you love them – and if they know that you love them – they’ll return to the nest with gifts of their own.

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