Monday, May 15, 2006

Young Robins 5/15/06


Young Robins 5/15/06
Originally uploaded by shersteve.

I tried taking the normal morning photo of the young robins on Mother's Day and got surprised when one flew away and the other hopped out of the nest and both started making so much noise I jumped back from the bush and backed away into the garage. I wanted a picture but did not mean to disturb them in that way. They had been so passive in previous visits.

It is appropriate that they left the nest on Mother's Day. One clear way to honor your mother (and father) is to go out on your own. This is sometimes harder for the mother (and father) than it is for the kid but it is a necessary step to take.

Go forth and honor your mother (and father) by succeeding in the world, then coming back home to visit them. Remember from whence you came.


1 comment:

  1. I have been on a little kick latly... returning to my roots in music... this post reminded me of this song...

    Mary Chapin Carpenter
    Song: The Long Way Home
    Album: Time* Sex* Love

    You could be this man, he's got it all worked out
    To the nth degree, no fears, no doubts
    He'll retire at thirty to his big-ass house next to the putting green
    Now he's got a picture in his head of the perfect wife,
    Their perfect children, their perfect life
    Bothing wrong with that, coming home each night to his cul-de-sac of dreams
    Funny now how it all went by so fast
    One day he's looking over his shoulder at the past
    When everybody had to go, had to be, had to get somewhere
    How did he forget about what got him there

    Now you could be this woman, she's the CEO
    She's got her powersuits and her IPO's
    She punched a hole in the ceiling years ago and she hasn't pulled back since
    Now there's a gardener for the flowers, a cook for the meals,
    A maid for the laundry, an accountant for the bills
    A walker for the dog and a trainer when she feels the need to lose an inch
    Funny now how it all went by so fast
    One day she's looking over her shoulder at the past
    When everybody had to go, had to be, had to get somewhere
    Somehow she forgot about what got her there

    Accidents and inspiration lead you to your destination

    Or you could be the one who takes the long way home
    Roll down your window, turn off your phone
    See your life as a gift from the great unknown
    And your task is to receive it
    Tell your kid a story, hold your lover tight
    Make a joyful noise, swim naked at night
    Read a poem a day, call in well sometimes and
    Laugh when they believe it

    Funny now how it all goes by so fast
    One day I'm looking over my shoulder at the past
    Now everybody's got to go, got to be, got to get somewhere
    Baby don't forget about
    You really shouldn't forget about
    Baby don't forget what got you there
    I think it's what got you there
    Yeah it's really what got you there
    You know what got you there

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