Getting my Wings

It's such a beautiful thing that my oldest daughter and I share. I mental link of some sort. She was away at a boarding school and I was struggling with bringing her home early or not. I prayed continuously and God gave me an answer, "Bring her home and help her to fly." I didn't quite understand it but I paid attention. That same week my daughter sent me a letter and she stated, "Mom, I want to fly." I knew at that moment it was time to bring her home. We immediately went and picker her up and brought her home. All was going very well and she was doing great. The past few months she began to get quiet and not talk to me like we used to. I was worried about her but probably didn't express it enough to her. I just let her have her space and thought that was what she wanted.
I went to an event and a wonderful woman and I were talking. I told her all about my daughter and she gave me a box. She told me she had purchased this item not really knowing who it was for at the time but that she now knew that it was for my daughter. I opened the box and it was a beautiful and delicate pin. It was a set of wings made of white feathers with little beads and other tiny treasures in the middle. She told me the artist that made it had titled it, "Angel's Backpack." How perfect, wings for my little bird.
The next day I approached my daughter with the box in hand. I told her that God had given me a message and a gift for her. I explained that I wasn't sure what was going on in her life right now and that I was given the box to give to her by someone I had just met. She opened the box and was amazed at the wings, so delicate and such a powerful unspoken message. I looked at her and told he that if she had lost her vision of where she needed to be that God wanted her to have this "Angel's Backpack." (Thanks to Michelle aka Wicked Moxie for creating it and to Jill for her insight and gift) I asked her if where she was headed was going to help her to fly and if she needed me to let me know.
Thank you to all the wonderful people who have touched our lives so deeply. I read a sign at work the other day that said my job was likened to teaching baby birds to sing. I think I also help them to be brave enough to try out their wings. I think often of the saying, "If you love something, set it free!" I have let her fly, I hurt inside but I know deep in my heart that she had such a wound that needed filling. Only my daughter knew what she needed to heal her wound. I just pray that we have given her enough tools to fly solo. May God hold my bird in the air as she has decided it was her time to take flight although I was not ready.