Your good friend Ducky here, and I’m back for another installment of my blog for kids. Check back every weekend as I discuss real issues that real kids face—hey, we birds have to face them, too!
Today, I’m going to talk about running—or, in my case, flying—away from home and trying to grow up too fast.
When I was younger, I used to love going outside with Mama Emlyn. She’d walk around with me, let me play in the grass, or perch on a tree. It was such a fun time! Then one day—I can’t quite remember the reason—I decided to try to fly outside.
Mom used to keep my wings clipped to limit my flying. Don’t worry, it wasn’t mean. In fact, I didn’t feel it at all. Humans clip their pet birds’ wings, not out of meanness, but rather to keep their feather kids safe.
Well, the day I decided to try to fly outside, my flight feathers had grown just long enough to let me ride a gust of wind and experience the glory of flying in the wide open! WHEEEE!
At first, it was really fun, but soon I became frightened. Before I knew it, I had flown a whole block away from my mama and landed in a very tall tree. Now that I was way up high, I didn’t know how to get back down. So I cried, and cried, and tried flying back to Mama, but it was no use.
Mama Emlyn cried, too. She said I was her best friend and didn’t want to lose me. I didn’t want to lose my best friend either, but I wasn’t used to flying and didn’t know how to land.
Neighbors started to gather all around. Three of them even brought ladders.
In her panic, Mama Emlyn went to the nearby fire station. Apparently, they help cats out of trees all the time, but they didn’t want to help me
What had started as a fun adventure, quickly turned into one of the worst moments of my entire life. Sure, it was fun to fly and be a big bird, adventuring out into the world all by myself, but it didn’t take long for me to realize that I need my mama. There’s no way I could live a whole day without her, let alone the rest of my life!
I hated seeing Mama cry. Even though I was so very scared, I flew back over and landed on the roof of our house. I tried to fly down from the roof and land on Mama’s shoulder, but I got scared, swooped back up, and landed on the neighbor’s roof instead.
I must have flown back and forth between those roofs ten, maybe even twenty, times. But no matter how hard I tried, I just didn’t know how to land.
Since my mama loves me very much—just as I’m sure your mama loves you, too!—she climbed to the tippety top of the ladder, even though other people said it wasn’t safe. But she still wasn’t close enough to grab me, and I was too scared to hop down to her.
Smart as she was, she figured out a way to get me. She took off her jacket and threw it toward me while still holding onto one sleeve herself. I didn’t get scared when the jacket thumped down next to me, because I knew Mama Emlyn was throwing me a life line. I grabbed on and climbed down the slope of the roof.
And we were reunited at last! That was one of the happiest moments of my whole life!
So, the lesson here is that even though sometimes we want to be big, brave, and grown-up, we’re still kids. Our Mamas and Daddys want what’s best for us, even when it doesn’t seem like it. My mama was there to save me when I got into trouble by trying to fly away from home, and now I’ll never leave her side again. I <3 you, Mom!
Kids, have you ever tried to have an adventure that ended up being scary instead of fun? How did your parents help save the day?
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