On my last milestone birthday we took a trip to Ashland, Oregon– Home of the Ren Faire. No, that’s a joke! It’s not Home of the Ren Faire Jillana. It’s the home of an amazing little theatre community and famous for their Shakespeare. Not the same thing but I digress…
So that morning I awake one year wiser in the comfort of a freezing cold RV parked in a Redding campground. I step outside to find a more spacious bathroom and on my way back to our home-on-wheels, I look up into the morning sky and a low flying bald eagle soars directly over my head. It passes me quickly and then it’s gone, over the waterway that skirts the campground.
I come running inside to share my good fortune… It’s clearly auspicious. Amazing. A birthday miracle!
And the boys have been denying this story ever since. Eye rolls. Sure Mom’s. They love to give me the side-eye and then exchange knowing looks.
A few days ago Jake comes breathlessly inside, telling me about how a hawk has just flown over his head. “How cool.” I say enthusiastically. “Just like the time a bald eagle flew over my head.”
And Jacob laughs, “A hawk actually flew over my head, Mom.” And he air quotes, “Just like your ‘bald eagle’.” Literally can’t be said around here without their little fingers curling in mockery.