Raising children is more about preparing them for send off than anything else. Still, it seems bitter sweet to have to release them after the time and energy is put into every nook and cranny of their lives. But that is the way it has to be. It would be cruel to not equip our children for the real world outside the cosy home we made. Here's a poem I wrote after reading how the python snake copes with letting their offspring go.
Shivering through the chilly nights
She keeps her young ones warm.
And watches from the brooding nest
To keep them safe from harm.
For days she wraps herself around
Her eggs so they will live.
And shields them with the fiercest love
Only a mother could give.
Then, as the young begin to hatch
The python slinks away.
It’s time to build another nest
Her work is done today.