Real Life Mama: Mama birds appreciate birdhouses


By Sarah Shrader - Guest columnist



Many times we mamas feel like we are just flying from limb to limb just trying to make it work. And seldom, if ever, do we have the time to stop, watch and listen to the birds. But it is so needed. We are so needed. And our birdhouse is so needed.

Many times we mamas feel like we are just flying from limb to limb just trying to make it work. And seldom, if ever, do we have the time to stop, watch and listen to the birds. But it is so needed. We are so needed. And our birdhouse is so needed.


Courtesy of Sarah Shrader

You ever stop, watch and listen to the birds? Do you even notice that they are there? Do you hear them singing their joyful melodies? Or are they just kind of always there in the background bringing beauty and delight?

For Easter this year, the Easter Bunny brought my girls plain wooden birdhouses, birdseed and paint. Together, we painted the birdhouses, filled them with seeds, and hung them on our trees – one in the front of the house and one in the back.

Listen guys, we have been at this house for 8 years now (as long as I have been a mother), and I know there have been birds around here. But, I have really never paid any attention to them – until this year – until we hung the birdhouses.

The birdhouses. Ah, the birdhouses. The proactive thank you to the birds who are always out there doing their thing. Really a tiny act that shows the birds that they are not only welcomed but cherished and appreciated for their radiance and resonating rhythm.

And look, maybe it just means that I am getting old, but, have you ever sat and watched birds swing in and out from the trees, chirping gleefully – bellies full – and bellowing out sounds of sweetness. It just comes naturally – they don’t even try. They just plunge in and make everything around them more pleasant.

And as I sat outside watching the birds from a distance this week, I couldn’t help but think that, Mamas, we are the birds. Daily, we are the ones barely noticed out there doing all the things.

Whether the world sees it or not, we bring it every single day; our individual harmony into the lives of our babies. We moms, we sacrifice the first worm, the last worm – the every worm – for our kiddos. And while sometimes it feels like a baby bird taking off for the first time and we are sure that we are messing it up, we still spread our wings of grace, flaunt our feathers and show up.

And, at times, we get lost in this fast-paced world of day-to-day tasks and endless responsibilities. It can totally feel like not a person in the world spots us – like we are simply just grinding in the background with all of our glimmering glow.

But then, if only just for a day, we get a birdhouse: Mother’s Day. The one day a year where we know that we will be appreciated – be seen for all the glory that we bring to the direct world around us.

And don’t get me wrong, we are moms! We don’t have to have the birdhouse. We are going to show up and shine regardless. Because we love making the music of our motherhood – sharing and delivering every last gem of us to our babies.

But, I’m just saying, when we get to receive the love back that we continually throw out, when people stop and stare at us a little longer – celebrate our value and what we bring to the table, acknowledge our heart song that we whisper over and over and over again into the ears of our little babes – well, it just feels good.

And, even though we don’t think we need the birdhouse, let me tell you, the birdhouse, well, we mama birds, we so appreciate the birdhouse. Funny thing about us Mamas, we appreciate just being appreciated. Even if it is just one day a year that you plop that birdhouse out and let us glorify in all the riches that it has to offer, we will take it.

It is enough to keep us going – keep us singing the sweet song of resilience that we bring seven days a week – swooping down to deliver our package of Momminess day in and day out.

Because sometimes, just being out in the wild Momming it is difficult. But, you better believe that we still sing. We always sing. Yet, a day totally celebrating our song – our birdhouse – that is clutch.

Life, it gets going and going fast – especially in the realm of raising babies. Many times we mamas feel like we are just flying from limb to limb just trying to make it work. And seldom, if ever, do we have the time to stop, watch and listen to the birds.

But it is so needed. We are so needed. And our birdhouse is so needed.

So this Mother’s Day, don’t forget to put it out there – all of the kid painted birdhouses, birdseed and appreciation. And then stop, look and listen.

Because there is so much beauty in the appreciation, medley and joy that these birds – we mamas- bring.

Happy Mother’s Day to all you Mama birds out there chirping.

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Many times we mamas feel like we are just flying from limb to limb just trying to make it work. And seldom, if ever, do we have the time to stop, watch and listen to the birds. But it is so needed. We are so needed. And our birdhouse is so needed.
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By Sarah Shrader

Guest columnist

Sarah (Pitson) Shrader was born and raised in Lima. She is a Lima Central Catholic and Tiffin University graduate. Sarah is a full-time working mama who enjoys writing about her somewhat crazy, always adventurous life as a mother. She lives in Bath Township with her husband, Paul, and their daughters, her writing inspirations, Maylie and Reagan.

Sarah (Pitson) Shrader was born and raised in Lima. She is a Lima Central Catholic and Tiffin University graduate. Sarah is a full-time working mama who enjoys writing about her somewhat crazy, always adventurous life as a mother. She lives in Bath Township with her husband, Paul, and their daughters, her writing inspirations, Maylie and Reagan.

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