This past Sunday, I dropped my son off at the airport (very, very early!) for his first solo trip to a big city. I tried not to let him see how nervous I was, am, about the whole thing, I tried not to be as nervous as I am about the whole thing. But hey, I’m a mom, it’s my job to worry a little, right?
On the way home, I went to a local nature center to feed the birds, a place where the birds are so used to people that you can get them to take seed right out of your hand. I wanted to get some better photos than I did the last time I went.
My parents and my brother and his wife met me at the park, and we had all kinds of bird-feeding fun. My mom and dad got a big kick out of it, it was cold but sunny, and we were having a great time.
As we stood there waiting for birds to land on outstretched hands, I saw a deer in the distance on the path behind us, maybe fifty yards away. And then a few seconds later, another one stopped just behind it, and when they turned and walked into the woods, I commented that it looked like a mother and her child.
We all turned back around and continued watching the birds, chickadees and nuthatches, cardinals and woodpeckers, juncos and titmice, laughing at some vain attempts to get them to land on my brother’s head. All of a sudden I looked up and spotted the little guy in this photo approaching us on the path. Mom was nowhere in sight.
I kept snapping photos as he crept closer and closer to our little group, my sister-in-law had her hand full of sunflower seeds and I have a feeling he had his eye on that prize. I kept my eye behind the camera, watching in amazement as he inched closer, closer, closer still.
We all stood there, unmoving, in silent awe, waiting to see just how close he would come. I could see its eyelashes in my camera lens when it stopped.
And then he stood there for several more seconds before he finally turned and walked away. Walked, not ran.
This little deer trusted us.
And in that moment I felt something in me shift, and I knew that things would be just fine, and that I had to trust that to be true.
Sometimes the world sends little messages in the sweetest of ways. Small wonders that turn an average day into something special.
And you just have to trust them enough
to open your heart.