Home to Nest

I am home.  Sleeping in my old bed.  Looking out at my old street.  Visiting with my old neighbors.  Home.

Smiling, I sent my kids away on their bikes this morning with a dollar each to get an ice cream at The Cowley Mercantile.  "Go ahead and explore if you want, I called.  Just be careful on this main street."  And as I walked back into the house, I hoped they would be gone a long time.  Not because I didn't want to see them, but because I wanted them to experience a kind of freedom that they do not know.  A kind of freedom that gives birth to an independent spirit. 

By experiencing life on my own terms, I came to know myself.  I want that for my children.  And so I come home and push my children out of the nest, in a place where I know it's safe for them to land.