Why do birds suddenly appear?

A good girl does what’s expected of her.

She raises her hand to question, patiently waits to be called on.

She eats salad, wears dresses, bats her beautiful eyes, stifles her laughter.

Exhausted, she closes her eyes at night.

She’s finally free.

 

 

 

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24 thoughts on “Why do birds suddenly appear?

  1. Kir Piccini says:

    I watched “The Help” for about the millionth time this weekend and this reminded me of it (and The Prince of Tides which I also had on last night..GOOD movie on cable weekend).

    A piece like this reminds me of the South (or being Catholic , like I am). How we need to do the right thing and yet when we are alone or just before we close our eyes, we can be ourselves.

    I liked this for so many different reasons. Nice write, well written, the idea of being free.

  2. M. L. Sexton says:

    I think sleep is the most beautiful thing ever. Even if only for a moment, you don’t have to worry, stress or think about the million things you have to do. You’re free from all of life’s woes.

  3. We are only truly free in our dreams, our subconscious. In so many ways, I feel like this, could be a Catholic thing too, to be a good example. We all keep up some sort of appearance, at some point. It is terribly exhausting and the only peace we get is when we are soundly sleeping. I agree with the above comment. This is one of my favorites of yours.

  4. I like this and think so many of us are trapped as you describe. I teach young girls and see this a lot, and among boys, too, who have to sit quietly at desks all day when they want to run and yell.

  5. Very nice commentary. I think a lot of us were raised this way. It’s the bit about raising her hand and waiting patiently that got me – I clearly remember doing just this, and getting completely run over by the boys who didn’t bother to wait. Great post, Christina – thanks for linking it up.

  6. Part of me mourns that loss of freedom, the old broad in me sees it as learning self-control. I guess moderation is the key. I was a loud tomboy who really had to tone it down. It has undermined my confidence and yet I know I would not have achieved what I have without that self control. The yen and yang of life.

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