We all need a push . . .

We all need a push (Author Unknown)

The mother eagle gently covered her offspring toward the edge of the nest, her heart grieved with conflict and emotions as she felt their resistance to her persistent nudging.

She thought . . .

Why does the thrill of soaring, the freedom of flying, have to begin with the fear of falling, the fear of failure?

As in the tradition of her species her nest was located high on the shelf of a sheer, rock cliff thousands of feet above the canyon floor.
Below there was nothing but air to support the wings of her offspring.

She thought . . .

Is it possible that this time it will not work?
Despite her fears she knew the time had come – her parental mission was all but complete.
There remained only one final task –

The push.

The mother eagle drew courage from an innate wisdom . . .

Until her children discovered their wings, there would be no purpose for their lives.

Until they learned how to soar, they would fail to understand the privilege of being born an eagle.

The push . . .

The push was the greatest gift she had to offer, it was her supreme act of love.
So, one by one,

She pushed them from the security of the nest.

And, one by one,

She watched as they tumbled toward the canyon floor.

And one by one,

She watched . . .

As they flew.