“There she is” he said, “there is my mother”. He ran right up to it. “Hannah do you think that’s my mother? Mother, mother, here I am mother!” he said to the big thing. But the big thing just said SNORT. “Ohhhhhh you are not my mother”, said the baby bird “you are a snort. I have to get out of here.” But the baby bird could not get away. The snort went up. It went way, way, up and up,up,up with the baby bird. But now where was the snort going? “Ohhhh What is this snort going to do to me? Get me out of here!” Just then the snort came to a stop. “Where am I?” said the baby bird. “I want to go home. I want my mother.” Then something happened. The snort put that baby bird right back in the tree, the baby bird was home.
Just then the mother bird came back to the tree. “Do you know who I am?” she said to her baby. “Yes I know who you are. You are not a kitten, you are not a hen, you are not a dog, you are not a cow, you are not a boat or a plane or a snort. You are a bird and you are my mother.”
From: P.D. Eastman ARE YOU MY MOTHER?
This is one of my all time favorite books. A baby bird launched from his nest having never set eyes on his real mother ventures into the world desperately seeking her. Only after crossing paths with a kitten, a hen, a dog, a cow, boat, plane and finally a steam shovel that snorts does he get picked up and dropped right back into his nest with his mother.
I remember as a child reading this book and feeling that the baby bird must have felt so relieved and warm inside to be back in his nest with his mom. After this big journey into the world, to be delivered back to safety by a “snort” was a simple and divine ending in my little girl’s worldview.
I hope my daughter’s always feel that way. That after a long day in the world of school, friends, homework, work, teen drama and the like, I provide a warm and heart-felt nest for them to land.
In fact, my vision of mother-ness is to always be a place they come for love, warmth and solace – no matter their age or stage of life.
I hope that my daughters find many snorting steam shovels in their life who deliver them back home when they feel lost so I can say “I am a not a kitten, a hen, a dog, a cow, a boat, plane or even a snort – I am a woman and I am your mother.”
PS I am very thankful to Ms. Adams and Ms. Janis for acting as my daughter’s chaperones/snorting steam shovels and delivering her safely home from France.