These last few days, I’ve been remembering my sister-in-law Kathy. Her birthday is today. Most often I like to think of Kathy in her garden where she grew beautiful lilies and hosta and other perennials. But I also remember that Kathy loved nature in other ways as well. She loved all kinds of animal babies, especially when they were born with handicaps, and especially when they were rejected by their parents. Those helpless little odd balls got right to Kathy’s heart. She could even love handicapped baby birds when they were in their very ugliest stage….you know what I mean…..when they look as if there is nothing to them except a huge mouth and naked skin.
I am amazed at how much compassion and careful attention were required of Kathy in helping the fledglings to survive, to stay warm, and to grow. I have so much respect for her open-mindedness and acceptance of the not-so-perfect little creatures. I like to consider what I think are the beautiful parts of Kathy’s endeavors. First of all, I don’t think Kathy saw the little animal babies as hopeless. She must have had confidence that she could help make their lives better. And secondly, the creatures themselves responded to Kathy’s loving care and proved she was right.
Happy birthday in heaven, Kathy