FLYING THE NEST

A few weeks ago, my youngest son, Frankie, flew the proverbial nest. He is embarking on a whole new world of wonderful opportunities. As mother bird, I chirped busily around his new home. I think the feathering was more for me than him. He is very laid back! A quality I admire greatly…more so now he’s on his first flight!
So after much fussing, worrying, kissing and hugging, I left my 6’2” little boy. My journey home was spent wiping away tears, reflecting, more wiping away, reflecting and more tears. A jumbled up mixture of many, many emotions. Over the last 20 years, Ged and I have been carefully nurturing both our sons’ wings. I am so proud of the beautiful young men they’ve both become. These are, of course, still practice flights, the fledglings returning home at holiday times or simply when the mood takes them.

I always advise … be happy, be kind to yourself and others, be thankful, take care, grab all your opportunities, believe in yourself…. And as I write these words through big sploshing tears, and as I face my new limbo land, I remember that these words are true for me also. I am remembering that I have wings. Mine have, for the last twenty years, been hovering closely above my boys, but now I can let them soften.

Life is changing, I accept my tears without judgement and I choose to make this a positive change, to celebrate the past and look forward to the new, different and exciting adventures ahead.

With love,

Glynnis x