I spend my time each day teaching my students to analyze characters, themes and symbols in literature. I realized recently that I’ve been missing the characters, themes, and symbols in my own life, and their importance.
As a child, my biggest dream was to fly. I would stare out the car window at birds soaring on the breeze, jealous of their beauty and freedom. My favorite animal growing up was the bald eagle. I could only hope to exude such majesty, power and strength. In high school, I read To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee, a novel rife with bird symbolism and life lessons that made a lasting impression on my heart. When my husband and I were engaged, my father suggested we start house-hunting. The first house he showed us, a two-bedroom foreclosure home on the corner of streets named Yellowbird and Dove, became our first home together. The home where we brought our beautiful adopted black lab. The home where we created a nursery for our son.
When I welcomed my little boy into the world, I made an effort to sing to him every night. “Somewhere Over the Rainbow” seemed to soothe him more than any other, so it became our song. I thought for months about how I could honor and capture the deep love I have for my son in the form of a tattoo. And then it came to me: “If happy little bluebirds fly above the rainbow, why can’t I?” A bluebird. It just fit.
So now, though I always found my worth in being a daughter, a sister, a student, a friend, a wife, and a teacher, I am acclimating to this new phase in life where I am a mother to a sweet little boy. Through my fears and failures, strengths and triumphs, I am learning to fly. So that someday, I can let my little bluebird fly.
My plans here are to blog my thoughts on parenting, teaching, reading, and any other -ing that comes my way. I hope, at the very least, that someone can relate.