Fly Bluebird, Fly

Kate had her first dance performance tonight. And she killed it.

I worried when I dropped her off that she might be nervous, or shy, or even a little scared. But, when she got on the stage and the music started, she knew exactly what to do. And my mama heart soared. 

I couldn't be prouder of this little bug and when I went to pick her up after the performance was over, she could not stop smiling as I gushed and gushed over how brave and strong and hard she worked.

 

Any of you parents just ache for your children to always have the confidence they feel when they're three? Because I do. I want all three of my little bluebirds to soar, even when their wings feel heavy or the flight seems scary. As they grow and the outside world increasingly begs for their time and attention, I find myself in almost a state of panic as I think about the experiences and lessons they will inevitable have to learn- some things I can't necessarily teach. 

I watched that "mama bird" lift each bluebird high in the air tonight, and I was reminded that I may not be able to take away the hard parts that are a reality of life for my children, but I can lift. And encourage. And celebrate.

I hope Kate remembers tonight. But, more importantly, I hope she remembers to fly. Even when it's not easy.

Fly, fly, fly, fly, fly. 

-M