I am living my last week in my parents’ home. At this time next week, I will be a resident of a small town in the Poconos, living with my soon-to-be husband and a whole lot of nature. The closest nature will be the robin that has built its nest on the light over our back deck. Said robin was also the cause of a Big Fight. I have a feeling that, as we settle into this whole Living Together thing, more Big Fights will happen like that one. You know, the ones that don’t really mean anything but somehow happen anyway…
When I was a little girl, we used to visit my great-grandfather in Connecticut during the summer. And every summer, above his back porch light, a bird built a nest in which to rear its young. Every summer, we looked forward to seeing that nest and watching that bird.
Bill and I were on the phone a few weeks ago, when he mentioned that he had taken down a bird’s nest over his light, and he was a little upset because the bird came back and built that nest up again. His solution was that he was going to take the nest down again…at least, that was the solution he was considering before I went all crazy on him.
Suffice to say, the nest is now safe.
The nest is especially safe now that I have realized that it is a robin who is making its babies’ first home above our light. You see, robins are special birds to the Thomas family. Every year, my mom and my aunt engage in a race to see who can see the first robin of the spring. And when my grandfather was going into the hospital for the last time, in March of 1990, all he wanted was to see a robin before he went into the hospital. Unfortunately, he didn’t see his robin, and he passed away due to complications from surgery. Therefore, robins have taken on almost mythical proportions in my life, and I could not stand to see a robin’s nest destroyed.
Anyway, we are discussing quite frequently now the fine art of compromise and the role it will play in our new life together. Right now, it’s not something that we are overly good at. However, I am sure that we will catch on quickly, and all will be well in the Poconos.