About 8 months ago, we noticied that we had a woodpecker that lived in our yard. He was a beautiful bird with bright red feathers on top of his head and he just pecked away at our trees throughout the day. James loved to watch this woodpecker and listen to him as he worked. He would sit on the couch in the family room and look out the window and see him. He would also sit on the deck or stop while he was playing to catch a glimpse of him pecking along.
We had a terrible storm here last night and much to our dismay, our wonderful friend was killed. This morning when we woke up, we found him lying on the deck. I think that the wind must have picked him up and thrown him around. James doesn't quite know what to think. He has asked me several times, "Mom, he will wake up soon?" It's hard to explain to a 3 year old the concept of life and death. As many different ways as I have tried to clarify to him that our friend is not going to wake up......he just doesn't understand.
It reminds me to be so kind and gentle with my children. They are so innocent and unknowing of all the anguish that the world has to offer. I wish that I could shelter them from suffering and grief for their entire lives. As a mother, it is antagonizing me to see my children hurting. What I wouldn't do to take that all away from them.
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