Walking Down On Memory Lane — Of Love

It was a happy moment when life showed me that humans or not, a mother’s heart is the same when it comes to protecting her babies.

In response to Joyful Moments Dancing Elephants Press Prompt 52 of 52

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Every now and then, I take a trip down memory lane voluntarily. DEP has sent me back, and I found one that refuses to let off my heart. As a mother, I wished I could feel all my children’s pain. I do everything in and out of my power to protect them in every area I can. I know in my heart that I can’t, as I can’t teach them everything. There are lessons they need to learn that are beyond my reach, knowledge, understanding, and touch.

But a mother’s instinct to protect has no boundaries. Life taught me that a mother shouldn’t have a limit or boundaries on how far she would go to protect her off spring. And it tested me.

Birds live in my mango and breadfruit trees.

I was happy when life showed me that in animals or humans, a mother’s heart is the same when it comes to protecting her babies.

We have a saying in Jamaica, “The yards that birds frequent are a beautiful place to live. Because peace is there, and birds love peace.”

A few years ago, it was a very windy day, and this baby bird and nest fell out of the tree. I named him/her Prudence. Innocence or instinct prevented Prudence from seeing me as a threat.

As I picked her up, the mother flew down to see what I was doing. I took the time to explain to her that I meant her baby, no harm.

I placed her somewhere safe along with the nest, where her mother could see her, and left for the market. When I returned later, she was under the tree away from the nest.

I witnessed her/his mother come with food for her and protect her all day. I feed cats, and as night crawls and darkness looms, she is still in the danger zone. She could barely fly, so she shouldn’t be out of the nest. I took her and put her in this box, along with corn and water.

She spent the night inside my house, where I knew she would be safe from all of the nocturnal creatures. I didn’t want the cats who patrol at night to eat her. All night, her mother called out to her, making sure she was okay. She flew on my grill, and they communicated. I listened and throughout the night she woke me up many times with her cooing.

Isn’t this amazing and beautiful? My heart melts with love.

I think she told her good night and convinced her that she wasn’t far away and that in the morning they would see each other again. The following morning her mother called out to her, and I took her outside. She flew out of the box and ran, and her mother flew down and greeted her.

I left again, and when I came back, I noticed her mother was in my backyard with a tiny lizard in her beak. She hovered around in my backyard all day. I realized that she was still grounded. As it got dark again, I found her and put her back inside the box again with corn and water. Reiteratively, her mother communicated all night with her. Early the next morning, I repeated yesterday’s actions, and she flew out of the box and ran into that wall.

Her mother reappears and perches on the grill, protectively cooing. I think she was asking her all sorts of questions.

I left again, and when I returned, she wasn’t where I left her. I witnessed her mother and father gathering sticks to rebuild their nest. I didn’t see her, nor did I see her parents hovering around for the rest of the day. I prayed she was ok. I searched again before it got dark, just double-checking. My husband said she was safe.

As a parent, I understood her concern. I felt her pain, not knowing if the person who has my baby is good to her. Is she taking good care of her? Is she hungry? Is she sad? Is she in pain? Is she comfortable? Will she be alive tomorrow?

All night that bird called out to her baby. From one mother to another, I must protect. My instincts allow nothing less, animals or humans.

Life tests us every day and in the simplest ways. As simple as feeding a hungry dog or protecting a bird from being eaten by cats? Humans or animals, a mother’s heart is the same when it comes to loving and protecting her babies. We are not much different from the animals.

When life tests you for a simple act of kindness, please, don’t fail. Be kind to each other and animals. Our world needs your kindness.

Animals or humans, a mother’s heart is the same. This is a happy moment for me.

P.S. This piece was edited and appeared in Mini Mailer.

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