My song with my husband is You and Me by Dave Matthews Band. There are two reasons this song speaks to me personally;
- Over and over again he says “you and me together can do anything”
- He says “When the kids get old enough we’re going to teach them to fly”.
YES! Yes to both of these things.
I was thinking about our song the other day when I was with little bubby in the midst of our morning routine. I was eating my Cheerios and little bubby was next to me in his swing; the melody being played by the swing was Rock-a-Bye-Baby.
That is a terrible song.
Who wrote that song? I did not bother looking up the origins, for all I know there is more to this story that I missing. On its face though the song is pretty horrific. There is a baby in a cradle at the top of the tree, the wind blows and the baby plummets, cradle and all.
Needless to say I do not sing this particular song to little bubby.
These two songs were the inspiration behind a very special part of my vision board this year though.
I recognized after time spent meditating on the inspiration, my mother represents the tree from the nursery rhyme. I was the baby on her branch never secure in our attachment. Is the branch going to break? Am I going to fall? Will she catch me or abandon me?
What I realized is that I do not need her branch. There is a quote floating around in the ether about how a bird on a branch does not put its trust in the branch but in its own wings.
Exactly. I have wings.
When I was small I did not know this and I clung desperately to this very unstable branch praying I would not be dropped.
Now I see that even if the bottom falls out I will be okay.
It is bigger than that though. It is not enough to know I have wings, I must have the courage to lift off that branch and fly.
How can we teach little bubby to fly if he does not see us doing it? He may see my wings, and he has his too, but if I do not use them he will not know what his are for.
I plan to be a stable branch for bubby but I also want him to know he is not small, he has wings that can take him anywhere his heart is called to go. My branch being stable is only important so he knows there is always going to be a safe place to come home to.
The last part of this bird/branch symbolism that appeared to me has to do with the nest. The nest is the safe space on the branch I created. I do not sit directly on the branch, I sit in the nest that I created. My nest is my comfort, it is my safe place to come home to, not the branch – and at the end of the day, I do not need either because I can fly.