Even eagles need a push

Today I would like to share a 'poem' with you. As a mother we sometimes feel we don't do enough,time flies and before we know It is time to release that leash.Trust, is that want what we need to have in the let go.?

This painting may not be an eagle, but it is the closest of all my paintings to a bird. Well I know it cannot fly, but perhaps the image would remind you of the poem. ( unknown author )

Even eagles need a push

The eagle gently coaxed her offspring toward the edge of the nest.

Her heart quivered with conflicting emotions as she felt their resistance to her persistent nudging.

“Why does the trill of soaring have to begin with falling?” she thought

This ageless question was still unanswered for her.

As the tradition of the species, her nest was located high on the

Shelf of sheer rock face.

Below there was nothing but air to support the wings of each child.

“It is possible that this time it will not work” she thought.

Despite her fears the Eagle knew it was time.

Her parental mission was but complete.

There remained one final task…..the push.

The eagle drew courage from an innate wisdom.

Until her children discovered their wings, there was no purpose in their lives.

Until they learned how to soar, they would fail to understand the privilege it was

To have been born as Eagles.

The push was the greatest gift she had to offer,

It was her supreme act of love.

And so one by one she pushed them.

And they flew!!