Amanda M. Thackeray, Ph.D.

Three Eggs and a Nest…

Over ten years ago, my life changed. It was Mother’s Day and I was listening to a reading from the children’s book, “Are you my Mother?” by P.D. Eastman. It is a timeless story of a hatchling bird searching for his mother. After many failed attempts, he eventually encounters the Snort, an enormous shoveling machine, who picks him up and drops the lost hatchling back into his nest where he is reunited with his loving mother at last.

It was in that moment, I heard a gentle whisper in my heart, “I am returning you back to your nest”. At that time, I loved my work as the principal of an early childhood school and was expecting our third son. Unsure of the calling, I tucked away that nudging for several weeks until one day, my four year old son gave me a painting he had made. It was a watercolor of a brown nest with three blue, speckled eggs. I pondered the purpose of the painting, so like Gideon, I questioned if this was from God and if so, asked Him to show me more. A few weeks later, my son gave me a dish he had sculpted. It was a brown nest, and nestled inside were three tiny blue eggs protected by two pink birds overlooking the nest.

This was the “more” I had asked for, but I still wrestled with the timing. So in my heart, albeit not so much in my mind… I chose to step out of my well-planned life and trust in a newfound purpose and plan. Our journey back to the nest to homeschool our three little biddies began…

Over the past ten years, we have learned a lot, especially about each other and more painfully about myself. My children have been my best teachers. It has not always been easy. Some days, I hid in the pantry to quiet the never ending “Mom” calls, screamed in my purse, and laughed until I cried. I learned to lean into God and not lean on my own understanding. But most of all, I realized that there is no place on earth I would rather be than cozied up in our nest with our three scrambled eggs. Yet now, we are preparing for a new calling as my big boys transition through high school and my oldest son stretches his wings and flies away from the nest. Our journey continues…..