I have recently finished reading the wonderful autobiography of Ruth Park, who grew up in New Zealand during the Depression. It’s charming, witty and poignant. The title is related to a quote in the front page of the book:
“The three wise men of Gotham loved the spring so dearly and could not bear to bid her farewell, so they built a fence around the cuckoo.”
When I read that, I had a burst of self realization – I myself have loved having my house full of children and have loved homeschooling them so dearly, that I’m tempted to build a fence around that season so it never ends. But I mustn’t. The cuckoo must fly away at the end of spring. The children must fly from home. And I must be willing to let them go. But I can watch them fly away with my blessing and love, knowing that come next spring they will return.
My little cuckoos