One Little Birdie

It was an ordinary spring day; full of sunshine, puffy clouds, and a light breeze that smelled faintly of flowers. My window was down and my short, dark hair was snapping back and forth, lightly stinging my freckled cheeks. Tortoise colored sunglasses covered half my face and kept the sun’s rays from reaching my blue eyes and the smile on my face touched my ears; a sign that all was right and beautiful in the world.

The black leather on my minivan’s seat was getting just enough sun to be warm to the touch, radiating heat onto my bare shoulders. It reminded me of the sticky humidity that comes with summer. My girls, one and five, were giggling happily as I sang along to the 90’s hip-hop song drifting from the speakers.

I knew each word with precision, of course.

I signaled to switch lanes, cautious that I was clear, and checked my blind spot. As I turned my head back to facing front, a small, shiny Civic darted across three lanes like a silver bullet and cut my black swagger wagon off.

On instinct, I gasped, whaled on my horn, and slammed on my brakes sending freshly bought produce sailing through my vehicle, now coming to an abrupt stop. A bottle of delicious red wine rolled all the way to the console, still wearing the white plastic bag and somehow brand new baby wipes ended up in my lap.

My eye’s rushed up to the rear-view and thankfully my girls were still smiling. “Are you alright?” I asked Reagan.

“Yep,” Reagan answered. They barely even noticed. Knowing we were fine and dandy with all limbs in tact, the New-York-angry-driver in me took over.

I cautiously pulled my black-on-black Dodge next to the Civic and offered my biggest grin to the driver, a girl wearing obnoxiously massive hoop earrings. This woman and her stupid choice could have easily turned my good day sideways, but thankfully she didn’t.

I passed her and, still providing a full smile, I gave that idiot the bird.

Reagan saw my finger and asked, “was that the sign language for ‘no’, Momma?”  Her voice pure and sweet with innocence.

I laughed and responded, “it was something like that.”

It was still an ordinary Spring day; full of sunshine, puffy clouds, and a light breeze that smelled faintly of flowers.

By the grace of something greater, all was still right in the world.

Photo courtesy of Lily Lvnatikk on

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11 thoughts on “One Little Birdie

  1. I loved this! I have little ones too and I loved how you handled that…and then, expressing it in this beautifully written piece? Amazing-ness.


  2. I was so worried your day was going to be ruined by some inconsiderate jerk. So glad you were fine, though, and you handled it with such grace too. Because the bird totally is a graceful gesture. 😉

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    1. I think I could have responded much worse, right?

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  3. Glad to hear you were safe! Too much reckless driving on the roads these days and yeah, if someone had cut me off, I’d have sent the death ray their way. Flipping them the bird comes a close second 😉


  4. Hahaha. Brilliant. So did you get a chance to see he reaction of the other driver after she saw your finger?

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    1. She stared blankly. I’m not sure she knew what to think.


  5. Kudos to you for the poise you handled this situation with! And also for recreating that day for us so beautifully!

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    1. Thank you! I don’t know if I would have called it poise, but I like that idea =)


  6. Yea! I felt like I was right there with you!! Great writing.

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