Traveling Over The Hill on the Yellow Brick Road, I happened upon the Land of the Emotionally Distraught Moms. At the entrance, I noticed a Mom Bird sitting in a tree beside her phone. She looked helpless.
Excuse me, Mom Bird, do you need to borrow a phone charger? I’ve got mine here.
MOM BIRD: No thanks. That’s not why I’m an emotional wreck.
So, what’s bothering you?
MOM BIRD: You know, I used to think the best thing about this exceptionally long beak of mine was I could dig up worms faster than any other Mom Bird. Turns out, that’s not the best thing about it.
Well then, what is?
MOM BIRD: I can text my bird kids faster than anyone around here. My beak-to-phone precision is amazing as long as I don’t smash the screen.
I noticed you’ve had a few accidents.
MOM BIRD: Yeah. Well, I’ve had a lot of frantic moments and I’ve lost beak control.
MOM BIRD: It basically all started when my bird kids grew up and moved really far away from our nest. It would take me weeks to fly to my son and daughter. Plus my son is emotionally far away. He doesn’t text unless he’s on the edge.
I’m a mom myself. I know the deal. It’s the reason my neck hurts.
MOM BIRD: So you must know the worst part! When my kids don’t feel well, or they’re very unhappy or don’t know how to handle something, even though they’re on the other side of the world, who do they call first? Me! Me! And Me!
That’s the story of my life.
BIRD MOM: And what are we supposed to do about it? Who told them to move to the other side of the world? I feel so helpless!!!! I can’t hug them! I can’t make them tea or a warm bowl of worm soup! I can’t spread my wing across their foreheads to see if they have fever! I can’t fly them on my back to the doctor! SO, WHAT ARE THEY CALLING ME FOR?
I’m stumped. I can’t answer that question, so I’d like to throw it out to everyone reading this post. Do you have comforting or wise words for me or the Mom Bird? Your thoughts will help us get through. I think. I hope…