In our neighborhood, near a mailbox post, under a bayberry bush, lies commitment. There a mother duck sits alone on her nine eggs and waits.
It’s been several weeks now that we discovered this secret hideaway, the nest perfectly camouflaged so that one would never know it was there.
We discovered it only by accident as we walked Tootsie down the street. She nosed it and immediately the mother duck spread her wings and flew out to distract us and, of course, Tootsie. It was then that we peeked and saw the nine eggs inside.
Now when we walk by, we stay far enough away that the mother duck feels safe. Even Tootsie seems to understand and accept this new boundary with respect.
I read online that a mother duck sits on her eggs for a month – so soon we may see her walking them to the river which will entail crossing a very busy street. But I’ve no doubt that this determined mom will pull it off.
I thought about this mother duck sitting so conscientiously on her eggs several times while I was away this past week, soaking up the joy and energy of our two grandsons – almost 3-year-old Theo (end of August) and baby Zeke, just three and a half weeks old.
And like the mother duck, I watched and thought about their parents’ commitment – so strong, responsible and enduring, meeting the needs of their children, and the universal commitment it takes for each and every parent to raise their children.
And it fills my heart with awe and admiration.
So – here’s to Theo’s and Zeke’s parents, and to all parents out there who daily commit to raising their children – and to the noble mother duck sitting alone on her eggs – I salute you!