Monday, May 21, 2018

Between Us 'Fledglings' or Feather-Fashionistas

My sister is more a 'fledgling-Grandma(1 week) than I of a little over a year's experience
 (we were grandma-to-grandma chatting for a little while this morning;-) 
but I am far more a fledgling grandma than my older sister
...and so it goes.
My niece is a more fledgling-mother than my daughter with a 16 mo. old, who is
  still a very fledgling mother as disciplining stage etc. begins 
and I am a fledgling 50-something learning how to wear and adapt to these feathers of change
...and so it goes!
My mother is a 'fledgling'-mid-70's woman adjusting to time taking its toll on vitality
(hard things to surrender for a mother of 10,
grandmother of 46(I think) and great-grandmother of 9, always willing to work hard)
...and so it goes!
We are all first-timers in whatever stage of life we are in!, let's be more patient with each other 'cause we're all just learning!

Whether it's how to put muffin-liners in a muffin-tin or 
how to surrender certain freedoms to the beautiful 'bonds' of wife-mother-grandmother-hood...

We earn the right to teach by what we learn from slip-trip-fall
No voice is quite as seasoned as that of experience
Where it is not the stumble-tumble that decides it all
But what we do when we get up that makes the difference

The lessons we remember are not learned on pedestals
But in the muck and mire of desire run awry
For we are all students juggling wonder with upheavals
Fledglings at varying degrees of ‘learning how to fly’

There is no second time around this circuit we call life
Where everyone is learning how to wear time’s latest rage stage
And no one is too old to learn new lessons of joy-strife
All fledglings of a sort when it comes to time’s age to age

This keeps us bound to common ground of live-laugh-love and learn
Where change is like a teacher rearranging what ‘we know’
…and everyone should keep in mind this humble right we earn
As what we learn becomes what we teach to fledglings in tow

© Janet Martin

...and some 'fledgling' humor to keep us all from getting too pricklish...

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